The Rise of the Ranch King

Chapter 68 68.Indian Business

The business with the reservation was finally approved by City Hall.

This was the third day before the start of the Karen Bull Riding Bounty Competition. Lin Feng received an unfamiliar number, which was called by the Indian Chief Geronimo himself.

Somewhat surprisingly, the chief spoke pure and fluent English without any accent.

In his impression, the English spoken by Indians sounds similar to the Chinese spoken by Americans. He can understand roughly but the intonation is very strange.

If he didn't know before, Lin Feng thought he was on the phone with a Wall Street elite.

Geronimo warmly invited him to the reservation as a guest, where wine and food would be prepared.

White people and Indians have hundreds of years of grudges. Lin Feng told himself to be careful. He just wanted to buy the cattle he wanted instead of getting involved.

This time when he went to the reservation, Lin Feng decided to mobilize all members.

Charlie can provide him with advice, and old man David is responsible for force deterrence.

For this reason, they drove the cattle back to the barn in advance, leaving Wayne and the German Shepherd brothers to guard the pasture.

Cameras are installed on wooden villas and several major buildings, covering almost the entire residential area.

With everything ready, they drove into the pickup truck and headed north along Highway 191.

It takes nearly two hours to reach the reservation. It is close to the Canadian border and is in a wilderness area under a mountain. This shows how remote the territory designated by the US government for the Indians is.

In addition to enough money, they also brought guns, including David's Winchester M70 sniper rifle.

David was confident, saying that despite being nearly sixty years old, no one in Montana could match him at point-blank range.

Lin Feng admired his confidence, but he always felt that he was going to participate in a fight rather than a business.

Even Charlie spoke of the Indians with some hostility.

The road passed through a large desert with few plants and nothing except a few scattered coyotes.

It has to be said that coyotes are indeed the "kings of survival" in Montana. Their footprints can be found throughout the entire northwest of the United States, and their footprints can even be found in the tundra.

When David talked about the previous hunting, not only him but also Lin Feng felt a little itchy.

There are only zero and countless times, especially after the success of the first show, Lin Feng has been planning the second one, but he just can't find the time.

"When the bull riding bounty competition is over, we will hunt wild boars again, I promise." Lin Feng said.

David snapped his fingers and said that he must ask Charlie to test his marksmanship next time, and the latter expressed his willingness to challenge.

Thirty minutes before the destination, a noisy roar suddenly came from the roof of the car, getting louder and louder from far away!

"earthquake?"

David, who was sleeping in the back seat, was awakened. He quickly opened the car window and looked out.

"WTF?" exclaimed David Sr.

"What do you see?"

"BOSS, he should be coming for us."

Through the rearview mirror, Lin Feng saw a police helicopter.

"Riverdale Police Department also has a helicopter?"

"No, BOSS, this belongs to BIA."

"BIA?"

Lin Feng has only heard of the FBI and CIA.

Charlie said: "This is the Bureau of Indian Affairs, part of the U.S. Department of the Interior. If I remember correctly, Deb Haaland, the new secretary who just took office in March this year, is an Aboriginal person." David nodded repeatedly, "That's right. At that time, many oil giants opposed the election of Deb Haaland because the new policies brought by the new minister would harm their interests in the Northwest. Politicians in the White House always reflected on the mistakes they had made against the Indians, but It becomes a catwalk every time.”

The helicopter overhead shouted for them to pull over, and Lin Feng had no choice but to do so.

The helicopter landed on the gravel ground next to the road, and the propellers rotated and blew dust around it. Judging from the fuselage number, it was a Bell 505.

Two policemen in black uniforms came down and shouted at them from a distance while drawing their pistols.

"BOSS, their guns will go off in front of people of color. It's best to stand still." David whispered.

"Stand still and don't move! Put your hands up!"

The policeman in front had a loud voice.

Lin Feng felt very unhappy, but he could only do as he was told.

"Good morning gentlemen, the reason for your stop is a routine inspection of the reservation road."

"Wait, David Hubbard?"

The second policeman who caught up was quite polite. He recognized David, which made Lin Feng somewhat relieved.

It seems that the old man is doing well in this area of ​​River Valley Town. Having acquaintances to help him get things done will work everywhere.

"Miles, who did I think you were, you're actually equipped with a helicopter!"

David went up and shook hands with Miles, turned around and introduced, "This is Miles, my old friend."

Then he said to the two policemen, "My boss Lin Feng and Charlie Geraci."

The policeman from before also lowered his gun and smiled at them.

After some pleasantries, Miles suddenly realized, "Lakeside Ranch, right? It turns out you are the ones doing business with the reservation today. I wish you good luck!"

The BIA and state police are searching for members of the "Wagas Motorcycle Gang" criminal gang. They were suspected of participating in a drug smuggling in the reservation a few days ago, so helicopters were dispatched today.

This area is not very peaceful, especially close to the reservation area. Where there are casinos, there are bound to be drugs, and there may even be sex trade.

Miles and the two left, and the pickup truck continued on its way.

Lin Feng joked with Charlie: "It seems that hiring this old man is the right thing to do. His face is the passport."

"By the way, how do you know someone from the BIA? As far as I know, the livestock police belong to the livestock committee."

David explained: "Although the livestock police can't compete with the BIA, we often do joint operations near the reservation, so we get to know each other in uniform. In just a few years, Miles has turned from a small police officer to a sergeant. This guy rose quickly enough."

It has been almost a hundred days since he traveled to the northwest of the United States. Lin Feng's biggest feeling is that there are so many law enforcement agencies in the United States, and many agencies have police teams under them.

County Sheriff, livestock police, state police, IBA police, etc., as well as hunting police who have not shown up but are closely related to ranch life. In short, the power is very scattered.

Unlike the northern pastoral areas, the Indian lands are mostly yellow-brown, which is a symbol of barrenness.

Not exactly barren but definitely not great, perhaps the most inhospitable place in all of Montana.

This is a small town with a sparse population and occasional low-rise houses and public facilities on both sides of the road.

It is similar to old industrial cities that have experienced large-scale emigration of the domestic population, with sparse population and outdated buildings.

The agreed meeting place can be regarded as the center of the reserve. It gradually became popular when we got there. There were also buildings and modern buildings, and you could also see large tents similar to yurts.

The natural scenery is pretty good, and the huge rocks that can be seen everywhere are very historical.

Under the guidance of the locals, the car drove directly into the tribal ranch, where Chief Geronimo was waiting.

(End of this chapter)