28
It was seven o'clock in the evening.
Montana.
The plane landed at a private airport, and Jack yawned, stretched and walked out.
The expedition team sent by Kud arrived in Montana a month ago and had already gone to Yellowstone for an investigation. This plane only carried him alone.
After taking a breath of the fresh air in Montana, Jack felt refreshed.
He got on the car that picked him up without stopping. The city slowly disappeared behind him. In the darkness, the forest made the howls of unknown animals, which seemed not to welcome him very much.
It was almost ten o'clock before Jack arrived at the hotel where he stayed.
Although there have been many consortiums and companies developing minerals in Montana, they are obviously unwilling to use their own money to build a little for this city.
It is already 1997, and Jack can still see many buildings in this town that belong to the Western Development.
The hotel only has seven floors, but it looks very newly decorated, so it should have just been completed.
In the morning, Jack was woken up by a phone call. It was Kud's subordinate who was going to report to him about the investigation in the past month, but Jack refused.
What kind of people would hold a meeting early in the morning.
After asking the investigation team to collect more information, Jack hung up the phone and prepared to start today's journey.
After a simple wash and packing, he went straight to the Yellowstone Ranch.
The night last night covered the beauty of this land.
After driving for nearly two hours, the window was full of green and endless grassland. The deep forest in the distance seemed like an ancient and mysterious maze, and the dense trees were towering into the sky.
Herds of cattle and sheep were running on the grassland, followed by a cowboy on horseback.
Looking at the house painted with a big yellow Y, Jack knew he had reached his destination.
"This is a private ranch."
The cowboy pressed down the brim of his hat, casting a mottled shadow on his face. He wore faded blue jeans with his trouser legs casually rolled up, revealing his rough leather boots.
"Can I go in for a visit?" Jack said with a smile.
In his past and present lives, he was influenced by many western movies, and he was still curious about the life of cowboys.
Seeing Jack's slightly immature face, the cowboy's heart was slightly relieved.
....
"One last time, get out of my ranch."
John Dutton took off the cowboy hat on his head with a gloomy face, and put his right hand on the pistol at his waist. He always knew that his enemy was not those Indians, but these white people in suits in front of him.
"Mr. John, if you think the price is too low, we can still negotiate..."
"Bang!"
There was a bullet hole on the roof, and the muzzle of the revolver in his hand, which was emitting white smoke, slowly pointed at the person who came.
Seeing that John was serious, the man quickly ran away with the briefcase.
Putting the old revolver on the table, John poured himself a glass of wine and drank it.
This was already the third batch.
In the past month, three groups of people have visited him, wanting him to sell his ranch, and the price they offered was higher and higher.
Although there were people who wanted to buy his ranch before, he drove them away one by one, but this time he was different.
His Indian neighbors have been very active recently, and their equipment has improved a lot, equipped with automatic weapons. Even the governor who has always stood on his side began to persuade him to sell the ranch.
It is not difficult to imagine that the consortium that took action this time is not simple.
"Dad..."
John's eldest son Lee heard the gunshot and rushed down from the upstairs in a hurry with a shotgun.
He put down the gun only after seeing that his father was not seriously injured.
"Dad, do those people want to rob our ranch again?" Lee shouted angrily. He is already fifteen years old this year and has begun to participate in the management of the ranch.
He grew up on this land. Every cow and horse on the ranch was his family in Lee's eyes. Now someone wanted to drive his family away. How could he bear it?
John motioned his eldest son to sit down and poured him a glass of wine.
"Lee, one day, if I am gone, as a brother, you will be responsible for taking care of Beth, Jamie, and our home."
Lee was shocked by his father's words. He had never seen his father like this. Even at his mother's funeral a few months ago, his father showed a little bit of kindness.
John drank another glass.
The enemy this time was very difficult. He was not a rookie. The Dutton family did not occupy this vast ranch at the negotiation table.
John was not afraid of a real fight, but he knew how dirty and hard to defend against the white people's methods were.
It was obvious that the governor and the Indian neighbors had been bought by the enemy, and he still didn't know who the enemy was.
I didn't dare to tell him the news, it could only be that this enemy was more terrifying than John Dutton.
He was the backbone of the family. Once the enemy really broke out, as long as he was dealt with, the Dutton Ranch would be easily annexed.
My wife had just passed away, and my three children were still young. Once he died, he couldn't imagine what would happen to them.
....
The gunshots from the ranch scared Jack, and the cowboy at the door drew his gun from his waist and rushed back to the ranch.
Obviously something happened.
Jack didn't want to be curious, so he turned around and got in his car.
The Dutton family was not a good family. In the original show, the family had blood on their hands.
If you just watch it as a fan, Jack will definitely admit that "Yellowstone" is a good show with excellent narrative and delicate character portrayal.
But now is the reality. If there are more bullet holes in his head due to curiosity, no one will put "666" in the barrage.
On the way back, Jack's initial curiosity has disappeared, and the mentality of coming here for fun is no longer there.
He just wants to be a salted fish,How did he get fucked in this hospitable Montana?
It's not shameful to be afraid of death.
After returning to the hotel, Jack immediately called the inspection team to prepare for a meeting. He quickly solved this damn thing and he could go home.
....
At three o'clock in the afternoon, in the hotel's conference room, the inspection team in suits and ties was waiting for the people at the main table.
Jack pushed open the door and everyone stood up.
The members of the inspection team were all Kud's confidants, or the confidants of their branch, and they were all familiar with Jack.
"Tell me about the situation."
Jack didn't drink coffee, but took a glass of wine.
"Other matters have basically been negotiated, but we have sent people to negotiate three times on the ranch, but they were all driven out." Lien frowned.
He was originally Kud's personal secretary, and this inspection was also an opportunity given to him by Kud to lead.
Lien knew that this was his chance to stand out.
"Give me a plan." Jack took a sip of wine.
Of course he knew why he couldn't take over the Dutton Ranch. In the eyes of the Dutton family, the ranch was their home and they would never allow anyone to take it away.
But their home was originally taken from the Indians.