On the eastern bank of the Mississippi River, outside Fulton Town.
Michael Dane forcefully blew his nose, then instinctively touched his holster with his sticky hand.
The western region was warmer than Peach Tree City. It had eased his cold somewhat; otherwise, he really had no confidence in dealing with those gold prospectors. Peach Tree City lay in the middle of the United States. The gold rush had not yet spread there, but lately he often heard people talk about how crazy the prospectors in the West were. They would often sell off all their property, even abandon their wives and children, and walk hundreds of miles to Louisiana, all to chase the dream of getting rich overnight.
Because so many people were selling their property, land prices in several states, including Tennessee, Mississippi, and Kentucky, had fallen by more than 30% within a few months. Dane smacked his lips. To be honest, if he had not become a Sheriff with a stable income, and if he had not been reluctant to leave his two adorable children, even he would have wanted to try his luck on the West Coast. Perhaps he could return with tens of thousands of US Dollars.
"Sir, this is the 'flat riverbank' you mentioned." The driver's voice interrupted his thoughts.
Dane jumped down from the ox cart and tossed the man three coins, muttering inwardly, The City Council probably won't count this as travel expenses, and the Army is even less likely to pay for it.
Yes, he had been sent by the Peach Tree City Council to assist the military in intercepting "spies from Spain." There were only three Sheriffs in the entire city, and two of them had come to the banks of the Mississippi River.
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