America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 310 Rushing to the Back Garden for Love

Damian Gutierrez was very happy at this time.

He was sitting on the "hanging garden" of the Priego estate with his future in-law, Arturo Priego, another large estate owner in Juarez, drinking mezcal.

The topics they discussed included but were not limited to various future cooperations between the two families, the division of power in Ciudad Juárez, etc.

"Mr. Gutierrez, I will treat Ariana like my own daughter, please rest assured."

When the conversation got interesting, Arturo Priego's old face turned red due to excitement and alcohol, and he vowed to express his sincerity to Gutierrez.

Gutierrez is very satisfied.

Of course he knew what old Priego was thinking.

However, as long as he remains firmly seated as the governor of Juarez, the Gutierrez family will be able to steadily dominate Priego.

As for what will happen a hundred years from now.

His sweetheart is getting married, and he is not the groom.

The soldier was still shaken:

Romero was about to open his mouth to say something, but Alvarez unexpectedly picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at him.

"It's her! It's her! She finally wrote me a reply!" The young man was trembling with excitement.

The soldier looked at the woman in front of him with suspicion.

Romero grabbed the soldier's shoulders with both hands and shook him, his eyes a little crazy.

"What's wrong?" Gutierrez asked in a low voice to the housekeeper who came to him.

Romero lay there as helpless as in a coffin.

He carried himself and ran to his horse, threw the rope to the horse, then got on the horse and whipped away in the direction of Gutierrez's mansion.

Just as the pair of mandarin ducks looked at each other lovingly, a voice came from outside the wall:

"Where is she now?"

Gutierrez looked at the letter and thought about it.

The girl walked through several blocks and came to the camp of the Rural Patrol.

The soldier stood aside and watched all this.

"Ariana, wait for me, I'm coming!"

Romero grabbed the rope from his shoulder and rushed out, muttering:

It made him feel like he couldn't breathe.

Only then did the soldier react and ran out in a hurry.

My own daughter is definitely not a kind person. Just because of Ricardo’s pustule-like appearance, it’s not certain who will eat it.

She hid in the corner opposite the camp gate, looked around, and after making sure there was no suspicious person, she quickly walked to the soldiers on duty at the camp gate.

The fire in Romero's eyes went out for a second, then rekindled.

"Young Master, someone has sent you a message." The soldier stepped through the door and said.

"Mr. Gutierrez, is there no big problem?" Old Priego asked when he saw the consul returning.

The soldiers were stunned.

"Boy, do you really dare to come?"

"What does she look like? Did she say who she is? What are the features on her face?"

The soldier was so frightened by him that he wondered whether his young master was going to hang him.

…

"Well, she's gone." The soldier was very nervous and quickly replied.

He bent down and moved the bundle of rope from the horse's back to the wall.

Romero took the letter with trembling hands, opened it tremblingly, and began to read.

Then, he turned around and climbed back up the stairs to the second floor.

"I think we should just let Alvarez find an opportunity to clean up the Crocodile Gang and give Sergio a warning."

He felt that his young master might really be crazy.

The soldier shouted into the camp: "Here comes someone to change the guard! I want to give something to the young master!"

Before he finished speaking, the half-dead man on the bed suddenly jumped out of bed, startling the soldier.

Because through the open window on the second floor, Romero saw the sweetheart he had longed for, and his sweetheart was also looking at him through the window.

"It seems that Sergio and the Crocodile Gang guys got together." Perez had read the letter in advance, "Thiago plans to kidnap the eldest lady."

Romero paced back and forth quickly in the room, but after taking a few steps he jumped up and said to himself:

"It's Amanda, it must be her."

Gutierrez opened the letter and hurriedly scanned it, but his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

Seeing this, the soldier had no choice but to continue reporting:

"Well, the person who sent the letter seems to be a girl. She..."

"Oh, there may be important people coming on the wedding day. I asked the butler to make arrangements." Gutierrez still had a smile on his face.

But the girl managed to cover her face with a scarf.

"Found on a crocodile gang member." He said in the same low voice.

The soldier hesitated, thinking whether to go up and persuade him, drag him away from the table, or directly report to his brother, Sergio.

"It's not important. My master, maybe the Crocodile Gang is fighting among themselves. I heard that a few days ago, at a meeting, there was a fight among them, and several leaders died." Perez combined the latest information.

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"Sergio's brother has abducted the eldest lady before. I guess it was probably Sergio who instigated this matter."

After a while, Romero came to the back garden wall.

After a while, he came back with a bundle of hemp rope on his shoulders.

It is indeed for the young master.

"I've sent people to keep an eye on the young lady these two days, and nothing can go wrong. As for Sergio and the Crocodile Gang, I'll take care of them after the wedding is over."

"Where's the letter? Where's the letter? Give me the letter quickly!" Romero reached directly into the soldier's pocket.

Perez looked around to make sure no one else was approaching, then took out a piece of letter paper from his clothes and handed it to Gutierrez's hand.

Can you guess this?

He read the letter, sometimes holding the letter and laughing wildly, sometimes covering his face with tears, and sometimes sitting slumped on the edge of the bed, sighing.

"She covered her face."

And those soldiers held guns in their hands, and the muzzles of their guns were pointed at him.

"No, my daughter's big day will be in two days, and I don't want Juarez to be in a state of unrest at this time."

He sat on the wall, but his body froze.

He glanced downstairs and suddenly found the butler Perez standing at the corner of the courtyard wall, winking at him.

In Mexico, when the sun is strong, women often cover their heads with a long scarf called a "rebozo", but few people cover their faces.

"How tall is she?"

"I'm looking for Salvador Romero." The girl's voice came from under the scarf.

"Excuse me." Gutierrez put down the wine glass in his hand, stood up, and said hello to old Priego.

Romero started hammering the table crazily, then hugged the table legs and cried loudly.

The soldier took the letter doubtfully and read the words on the envelope.

Romero did not respond and was still in a daze. His brain was now in a standby state.

"That ambitious guy couldn't bear it any longer. He knew he had no chance of winning against us, so he planned to use such despicable means." Perez stared at his master.

Romero waved his hand in the direction of the window and spoke with his lips:

"So, who killed Thiago?" He found a question.

Gutierrez put the letter into his pocket and gave Perez orders at the same time.

Ariana, who was leaning against the window, was also looking at him lovingly.

"Drink! Drink!"

The Rural Cavalry Patrol's camp is not far from Gutierrez's mansion.

When he came to the house where Romero lived with the letter, the infatuated man was lying on the bed looking at the ceiling in a daze.

Seeing that the soldier didn't believe him, the girl took out a letter from her waist and handed it to him: "Please give this letter to him."

She doesn't want others to recognize her identity.

Suddenly, Romero got up from the ground, ran to the soldier, and stared at the soldier:

Just wait, I have a rope, I will come to rescue you!

Judging from the words in the letter, he believed that it was a hot-headed act of flattery by Thiago, a pretentious guy.

But when he raised his head again, he found that the girl just now had disappeared.

Perez continued his reasoning, but usually his reasoning was based on imagination.

In Juarez, a girl hurriedly walked through the crowd.

"Rope! A thick rope as thick as your forearm!" Romero emphasized again.

The adobe wall in the back garden was not high, so Romero climbed up on horseback.

The soldier was afraid that he would really touch it blindly, so he quickly took the letter out of his pocket and handed it to him.

The cunning consul drank wine with a smile on his face.

He walked down from the second floor and waved to Perez in the corner.

"Ariana needs me to save her!"

"Rope, is there any rope?"

"Oh, my Ariana, my dear Ariana, why do you punish me like this! I hate my own incompetence! I hate it so much!"

Although he didn't know what happened to his young master, the soldier did not dare to neglect and quickly showed him the height of the woman.

Romero looked back and saw that Alvarez, the leader of the consul's personal armed forces, and several soldiers were standing not far from him, looking at him.

The stone hit the young man on the head.

Romero fell off the wall.

The girl on the second floor let out a shrill scream.

Alvarez dusted off his hands, looked at Romero who was unconscious on the ground with contempt, and said to the soldiers behind him:

"Tie it up for me and wait for the master to deal with it!"

(End of chapter)