America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 369 Voting is really dangerous!
Hardy Woods is a rancher.

His ranch is more than 80 kilometers away from Albuquerque.

Influenced by his father, Woods is also a true Democrat.

They have one thing in common: they are as stubborn as a donkey.

As soon as it was daylight today, he got up from the bed.

The rancher repeatedly arranges his clothes in front of the mirror.

This dress is kept at the bottom of the box all the year round, and he will only take it out to wear on important days.

For example today.

He is going to Albuquerque to cast his vote for Gardner, the Democratic gubernatorial candidate he supports.

"The carriage is ready, Mr. Woods," said his hired man and coachman, coming in.

Woods took another look in the mirror before turning away.

He turned and took the ballot papers from the table, put on his hat, and walked out the door.

"Mr. Woods, do you think it's our turn to be governor this time?"

The driver chatted with the rancher.

Woods' ranch is relatively remote, and there are few pedestrians on the road from the ranch to Albuquerque, only the sand and gravel on both sides of the road are lifted by the strong wind from time to time.

"That's for sure. Mr. Gardner looks much more reliable than that bastard mayor."

The rancher is full of confidence.

He poked his head out of the carriage window:
"Hey, Slade, how far is it to Albuquerque?"

"It's not far away. After walking for half an hour, we should be able to enter the city." The coachman's voice came from the front, "But I advise you to turn your head back, the wind and sand along the way are too strong."

Woods nodded.

He was just about to put the part above the neck back into the carriage, but saw a few horses and a few people dressed in cowboys appearing ahead of the road.

A carriage stood in the middle of the road.

"Mr. Woods, what should we do now?" The coachman also saw the group of people, turned his head and asked.

It's not a good thing for such a person to appear in this place, maybe it's a murderer.

Woods looked back and forth, a little worried.

He doesn't seem to have anything very good to do.

Going in this direction to Albuquerque, there is no way around this road.

"Where's your gun, Slade?" Woods asked.

The driver felt under his driver's seat

He was a little nervous.

"Here, sir, but there are a lot of them."

While the two were still discussing countermeasures, the group of cowboys had already spotted him.

"Hey~ hey! The carriage in front, stop!" A leader-like man shouted at him, "Hand over your guns!"

He had a revolver in his hand, while the other cowboys carried repeating rifles and double-barreled shotguns.

"Let's go and have a look first." Woods was a little helpless.

If you resist, I'm afraid you will be beaten into a sieve now.

The coachman drove the carriage slowly to the front of the group of cowboys.

The cowboys gathered around.

"Come down, come down for me." The leader opened the door of the carriage and waved to Woods in the carriage.

The rancher felt very strange.

That doesn't look like a robber.

If it is a robber, either drag him out of the car, or directly open a blood hole in his head with a gun.

"Sir, if you want money, I can give you all the money I have on me now, but please let me live." The rancher said to the cowboy leader.

But the cowboy leader didn't answer him.

This guy just looked Woods up and down: "Go to vote?"

Woods was taken aback for a moment, but then nodded.

"Democrat?" the leader asked tentatively.

Woods nodded again.

"Hand over the ballots!" The cowboy leader looked at the rancher maliciously.

"Uh, sorry, I don't have a vote, I'm going to buy a newspaper and cut it out when I get to Albuquerque."

Woods quickly began to shake his head.

He didn't even realize that his hands were still up in the air.

"Search!"

The cowboy leader suddenly changed color and gave an order.

Several minions surrounded him, grabbed Woods and began to raise their hands.

They quickly found the ballot in the rancher's pocket.

The leader took the ballot printed by the Democratic Party and tore it to pieces in front of Woods.

"I warn you, if our people find out you have the audacity to vote Democrat, we will kill you no matter which way you go home!"

The leader threatened with a sinister smile, then turned his head to leave.

"Don't even think about it!"

The rancher who was held down growled.

His donkey temper came up.

"The days of you bastards are over! Wait to be liquidated!"

The cowboy leader who was about to leave immediately turned around when he heard what Woods said.

He raised his revolver:
"Then I can't keep you. Anyway, not one or two people die on this road every month."

Woods closed his eyes.

It is okay to let him die, but it is impossible to make him submit!
A shot went off.

The rancher found that he didn't feel anything, and the hand that held him down just now also loosened.

He opened his eyes and found the cowboy leader lying on the ground with blood streaming from his head.

And the two people who held him ran towards the corpse of their leader.

Then, two more shots were fired.

The two also fell to the ground.

Woods raised his head, and found that the dust was flying not far away, and a group of people was flying towards him.

The leader held two shiny golden revolvers in his hands.

While galloping, he shot in this direction.

Without saying a word, the rancher bent over and rushed towards his carriage, and jumped into the carriage.

He lowered his head and curled up next to the seat to prevent himself from being accidentally injured by the flying bullets.

Soon, the gunfire outside subsided.

A sound of horseshoes came from far and near, until it stopped around the carriage.

Woods didn't even dare to show his breath.

But soon, the door of the carriage was opened again.

A yellow-skinned face appeared in front of the rancher.

"It's safe, sir."

Chen Jianqiu smiled, and at the same time stretched out a hand to the rancher.

"We're detectives from the Frontier Detective Agency."

Only then did Woods straighten up, take over Chen Jianqiu's men and get out of the car.

There were several corpses lying around the carriage. They were all the cowboys who blocked the road just now, and none of them survived.

"The remnants of the Albuquerque Knights." Chen Jianqiu tore off the coat of one of them, revealing the badge inside, "accepted the orders of Scott and the Republican Party, and threatened Democratic voters here."

Chen Jianqiu originally thought that this branch of the Ku Klux Klan had disbanded after Bourne's death.

Unexpectedly, he was still raised by Scott, and appeared at this juncture.

If White hadn't told him this information.

Chen Jianqiu really didn't expect that the old man would jump over the wall in a hurry and start blocking people on the way.

These people are all gangsters who kill without blinking an eye. They say they are threats, but in the end they will definitely kill people.

"We found this group of people on the way into Albuquerque in multiple directions." Chen Jianqiu kicked the corpse on the ground, "It seems that the old dog is in a hurry."

Woods is glad that he recovered his life.

"Do you still want to vote?" Chen Jianqiu looked at the rancher.

Woods nodded firmly.

"Row."

Chen Jianqiu walked to the side of the black radish, took out a Democratic Party ballot from his saddle bag, and handed it to the rancher.

"You go first and cast your vote." Chen Jianqiu said.

Looking at the ballots, Woods suddenly realized!
It turned out to be a supporter of the Democratic Party!
Now, in his eyes, Chen Jianqiu and the detectives behind him were white knights who came to protect him.

"What about you?" He looked at the Chinese, "The ballot was given to me, what do you do?"

Chen Jianqiu's hand reached into the saddle bag again.

He pulled out a handful.

That saddle bag is full of Democratic votes!

"I'll deal with the leftovers, and then distribute ballots to everyone." He got back on his horse.

The same thing happened in Santa Fe, in Taos, in Lincolnshire where these polling places are.

The frontier detective agencies in New Mexico are all dispatched to catch all those ghosts and monsters connected with Scott.

The final voting results came out in two weeks.

Unexpected, but also reasonable.

The Democratic amateur candidate Gardner successfully defeated the Republican candidate Davis and became the new governor of New Mexico.

Scott and the Santa Fe Group's decade-long domination of New Mexico politics came to an end.

"Scott! I think we can try harder."

In Scott's office, the fat senator repeated:

"We can claim they are cheating, we can find a way to empty them, we"

The fat man walked back and forth in front of Scott as if in a daze.

"It's not over!" he growled at the silent Scott. "We're going to fight back! Fight back!"

But in fact, for Chen Jianqiu, the matter was indeed not over.

(End of this chapter)