*
A place where liberal power is concentrated, with its own legislature.
The end of the governor’s protection was to bring him directly to Lawrence.
“Oh! The governor is coming here!”
“Welcome to Lawrence!”
“Thank you for your hard work!”
People flock and cheer.
The governor looked bewildered and puzzled.
‘Why are the reactions like this?’
I was worried that someone would throw stones at me, but I never expected to receive such unexpected treatment.
Of course, there were some cold stares.
There may be more people like this, although only those who cheer stand out.
Suddenly, I remembered what Max had said.
– Just make sure the route is clear. The historians will create what they want to record in the future.
– Isn’t it too late? Everyone will be cursing.
– So, we have to look at only one side. There will definitely be people who support the governor.
The governor looked back at Max and gave him a thumbs up.
Confidence grew, clouded beliefs became clearer, and clouded eyes soon began to sparkle and look at people.
“I, Andrew Horatio Leader, will fight to the end of my days to keep Kansas a free state!”
It would take a lot of effort to change the suspicious gaze. Andrew Leader wanted to burn his last days in Lawrence, which had become the heart of liberalism.
“Have a nice trip, Sheriff!”
“You’re here!”
Outside the office, Peach and Joe Jim Jr. greeted Max.
“Are you feeling okay?”
“I’m fine!”
“I can’t see?”
Peach stuck her face in and grumbled.
Then, looking at the five dull-looking men standing behind him, he flinched and took a step back.
“What, what? Wasn’t the mission over?”
Max turned his head and looked back.
“Why are you really standing there?”
“Can we go? I have to give the order to disperse.”
“ah.”
Max said with a smirk.
“Mission complete. Disbandment. Thank you all for your hard work.”
“Ahem. See you later then.”
Everyone shook their heads and relaxed their bodies as if they were relaxed.
The place they were staying was a tent village where Jayhawkers were staying. Downey, who was about to move, turned his head and asked Max.
“What are you going to do next?”
The Jayhawks also turned their heads toward Max, curious.
“What would Sheriff Lawrence do?”
“Then I’ll always be there. See you later.”
Downey waved his hand blandly.
He turned into his quarters with the Jayhawks. As they moved away, Peach opened her mouth, her eyes narrowed.
“Sheriff, what were you doing back there? Your eyes just looked like Junior’s.”
Max looked at Junior.
A burdensome gaze glares at him.
‘With these two and the Jayhawks, we can get a pretty good picture.’
The wheels of history will roll on their own.
Lawrence has entered a full-blown political phase, and forces will be mustered on a different scale than they are now.
This meant that the time had come for Max to stir things up on his own.
The time has come to truly build up one’s own power.
*
The new legislative composition announced by Lawrence caused great anger among slaveholders.
In an unprecedented situation where the Kansas Constitution, which would determine whether a state would be slave or free, was created in two places, slave states strongly opposed it.
Democratic President Franklin Pierce, supported by the South, decided to remove Governor Andrew Horatio Leader from office.
The leader, now a civilian, began to give a speech in the square, his neck bloodshot.
“It is a well-known fact that the pro-slavery people have been threatening me and rigging the vote! The president who has been influenced by the dirty slave owner’s breath has kicked me out, but he has not broken the faith that is deep inside me. Now that slavery has been abolished even in Europe, what we must do is clear to those fools who do not read the times! Resist and fight! Let Kansas, which we have won in this way, remain a free state, my people!”
Andrew Leader played a major role in shaping Lawrence’s square.
The transformation from speculator to staunch abolitionist doesn’t happen overnight.
As historians would have you believe, he never missed a day of speaking.
This also gave me an advantage.
Even though he joined late, he was able to delve into the heart of Lawrence politics.
As Andrew Leader was gaining ground, James Henry Lane visited Marks’ office.
“I heard there were a lot of people in your office, but why is it so quiet?”
“Oh, everyone must be exercising.”
“work out?”
Training, to be exact. Peach, Joe Jim Jr., and five young Jayhawks were sweating it out in Max’s usual training grounds.
“But what is happening here?”
Lane sat down on the sofa and opened his mouth.
“They say they’re rounding up Border Ruffians in Missouri.”
“What number?”
“I heard that there are over two thousand people gathered in one place.”
“That’s what it means to have a system.”
“So that’s what I’m saying.”
Lane stared at Max and spoke slowly.
“How about you take charge of training the Jayhawks?”
drill instructor
‘I’m a training instructor for the Jayhawks.’
Should I consider this an opportunity?
The unexpected suggestion made Max think a lot.
But, cutting off that thought, Rain asked.
“Do you know what Jayhawks means?”
Jayhawkers is not a very nice word.
Max shook his head, although he knew the gist of it.
“I don’t know.”
“There was a horse called Jayhawk. It was said that it stole eggs from bird nests and even killed the mother bird. That’s where the name came from.”
“It means a group of thieves.”
“You don’t know how to talk indirectly.”
“Oh, I should have said it in a roundabout way.”
Rain quirked one corner of his mouth.
I don’t know yet, but Jayhawks are definitely worth the name.
Their madness leads them to burn down villages and massacre their inhabitants in the name of abolition.
What does splitting skulls and dismembering corpses have to do with slavery?
Bloody Kansas is a joint effort between Border Rufians and Jayhawks, not one side.
The Jayhawks that Rain recruited were nothing more than an organization with inherent violence.
Of course, he won’t admit it.
“Anyway, each of them was working independently. That’s why it was even more difficult to form an organization.”
“Knowing all that, how can you ask me, an Asian, to be your training instructor? It doesn’t make sense.”
“Is Sheriff Lawrence consistent?”
“……That’s not right.”
Max, who was at a loss for an answer, continued speaking, rubbing his chin.
“What is the current staff?”
“There are 234 people. But it keeps increasing. If this trend continues, there will easily be over a thousand people this year.”
People are packing up their bags and going all out to free Kansas. Their destination is Lawrence.
Considering the number of people who gathered each day, Rain’s words were not an empty promise.
“You’re giving one sheriff too much work to do.”
“This is also something we do for the village.”
Max was lost in thought. It was a sudden suggestion, but he had a direction in mind.
‘I just need to keep some of the Jayhawks under my command.’
Teaching everything was ineffective.
Max, having finished his thoughts, opened his mouth.
“Those who fought in the Mexican War will never listen to me even if they die. It’s strange to listen to someone who suddenly appears and teaches something to a 19-year-old Asian.”
Lane was a colonel during the Mexican War.
He was commissioned as a captain and promoted to colonel the same year, a promotion that Max simply couldn’t understand.
Anyway, the reason Jayhawks followed Lane was because of his history.
“So what are you trying to say?”
Max looked Lane in the eye and said.
“I will train only those whom I have selected.”
“Hmm. I guess you have no experience in war and you’re just going to gather people your age.”
“You are sharp.”
When Max exclaimed in admiration, Lane snorted.
“Those who are stubborn would think it is unfair to shoot me with their feet, let alone applaud.
Because they are the ones who value experience the most.”
“That’s not wrong. But it won’t be easy to deal with even hot-blooded young men.”
“Well, if you keep doing it, won’t your hearts connect?”
After thinking for a moment, Rain nodded.
Unlike Max, Lane found the young men burdensome.
In addition, the Jayhawks who had been protecting the governor also played a role in following Marx.
“You decide the number of personnel. However, you also have to consider the additional troops that will be added every month.”
“Then I will do that.”
A while after Rain left.
Max left the office armed.
To the north of Lawrence is the Kansas River, and to the south, 2 miles (3 km) away, is the relatively narrow Wakarusa River.
And to the southwest, Mount Oread, which looked like a hill, looked down on the village.
‘It would be perfect to build a fortress there.’
There are warning signs pointing to Lawrence here and there. I don’t know how much to believe about the 2,000 Border Ruffians, but it’s definitely more than the Jayhawks.
If they came at once, it was only a matter of time before Lawrence was left in ruins.
‘Should I take a walk around town?’
It takes less than 10 minutes to walk around the town center.
Buildings are scattered here and there in the vast plain, and their number does not exceed 50.
But this was a faster pace of development than the original history.
“Sheriff Max! Have you had lunch?”
“Fresh fish has arrived from the East. Take some of this and eat it.”
Max never refuses to eat.
After walking around the town, my hands become quite heavy.
Max’s influence was clearly part of the village’s rapid development.
His activities spread through the newspapers.
The ferry from Delaware town chairman Grinter, which supplied Lawrence with abundant supplies, was a great help to the settlers.
‘I wonder what it will look like in a few years.’
You can see the tents you saw before, but they are only for the Jayhawks to reside in.
The settlers lived in proper houses.
They moved away from the city center and cultivated barren lands to run farms and ranches.
As Max was looking out over the town of Lawrence, a group of people wandering about caught his eye.
‘What a bunch of Jayhawkers with nothing to do.’
They must be the guys who are loitering around the village.
The way he looks around like a hyena, looking for something.
‘It looks like the thief is wondering where to rob.’
Isn’t it because of this appearance that Rain thought of training? If you work hard, you won’t have to think about anything else.
Max turned and headed towards his usual training ground.
Under the hot sun of over 30 degrees in August.
Five Jayhawks, including Peach and Joe Jim Jr., were sweating it out in training.
But at some point, there was a group of people watching them.
‘What are those?’
I counted the backs of their heads and there were twelve.
“What’s that woman doing kicking her feet like that? That Indian kid is waving a knife and making a scene.”
“Fuck, he’s sitting there and he says that’s training.”
Max stood behind her, listening to the taunts.
“Wow, but why do you shoot the gun like that?”
“The sheriff’s kid was just crossing his arms like this and shooting.”
When one guy swung both his hands, the guys around him started laughing and bending their waists.
Then one of them made eye contact with Max.
“Ouch, that’s a surprise!”
Startled by the sound, they all turned around to look at Max.
The confusion only lasted for a moment, and soon he glared at me with a curious face.
Max opened his mouth calmly.
“What are you all doing here?”
“Can’t you see it? I heard they do a circus as a group.”
Max stared into the face of the man he had just spoken to.
Tall and muscular.
It was a man named Nathan Lore, five years older than Max.
“Don’t you think that looks better than just watching? How beautiful is the sight of sweating?”
“This is crazy. Training should be like training.”
“Then show me what real training is. I’ll learn too.”
The man snorted at Max’s words.
He just made a dumbfounded expression and didn’t do anything specific. Rumors aside, he was Sheriff Lawrence after all.
One corner of Max’s mouth went up.
“You have to have some training to show me something, right?”
“Are you picking a fight with me right now? You Asian bastard, you arrogant brat.”
The man approached with brisk strides, sticking out his chest.
The height difference was about 10cm. I didn’t like the way he looked down at me.
But is there really a need to fight now?
Once the stage is set, it is not too late to do it.
“You can use your strength whenever you want. See you tomorrow.”
“Why, are you trying to run away?”
Max ignored the man’s words and turned his gaze to his colleagues next to him.
“You guys will get your chance too, so get ready.”
“What the hell are you talking about.”
Max looked further away without saying a word. He stared at Peach, Joe Jim Jr., and the Jayhawks, who were all preoccupied with their training.
The word circus was a perfect fit.
Max licked his lips and spat out the words.
“Anyway. See you tomorrow.”
Max turned and went back to the village.
I ignored the insults and sarcasm coming from behind me.
