America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chen Jianqiu took off the water bag from his horse and handed it to the old woman, followed by Adam and others.

"Who are you? Why did they tie you up."

The old woman was not in a hurry to answer their questions, nor did she take the water bag from Chen Jianqiu's hand, but looked at them.

Chen Jianqiu was not in a hurry to ask her more questions, but behind him, Adam was already ready to draw his gun.

If the woman recognized them as wanted criminals, Adam was ready to draw his gun and silence her.

"Are you from other places? I have never seen you before." The old woman suddenly spoke.

Chen Jianqiu nodded.

"Can you tell the man behind you who is about to draw his gun to relax? I am just a hostage who has just been kidnapped." The old woman took the water bag from Chen Jianqiu's hand and took a sip.

Chen Jianqiu nodded to Adam, and Adam's drooping hands left his waist.

This woman did not shout loudly or run around in panic as he imagined throughout the whole process; nor did she tremble or tremble all over.

Unusual.

She turned around and walked to the cowboy's body and looked at the wound on his head:

"His shooting is accurate and his marksmanship is good." She praised while drinking water, as if she was not the one who almost fell off the horse and almost died. "You are the cowboys from the nearby town, right?"

Chen Jianqiu continued to nod: "Yes, let's find someone."

The old woman kicked the cowboy's body: "This is Clark's man. It seems he still wants to attack my husband."

"Who is your husband?"

"My husband is the Sheriff of Pitkin County, Danny Romney. By the way, aren't you looking for someone? He should be able to help you."

Thinking of her husband, a girlish smile suddenly bloomed on the old woman's face, and then the smile disappeared and turned into panic.

From just now to now, I have been kidnapped, thrown off my horse, and faced with four unknown gunmen, one of whom was even ready to shoot.

She didn't even show a trace of panic.

"Sorry, my husband must be worried about me now." The old woman handed the water back to Chen Jianqiu, "Can you please send me back? I can ask my husband to help you find someone."

"My name is Teresa." The old woman told Chen Jianqiu her name.

Sean and Feiniao looked at Chen Jianqiu.

It didn't seem like a good idea for several wanted criminals to ask the police officer to help them find them, and in Clark's words, the police officer seemed to hate evil as much as Fultz.

"Get on the horse. We have to be gentlemen and cannot leave the lady alone in the wilderness of the west." Chen Jianqiu got on the horse first and motioned to Sean to help the old woman Theresa up.

Listening to Chen Jianqiu's nonsense, Adam rolled his eyes.

"Ms. Teresa, I heard that your husband wanted to bring Clark to justice. Could his actions have anything to do with this?" Chen Jianqiu asked the old woman behind him while driving his horse.

"How is that possible? My husband is an honest man, and his police officer is just a puppet. I still don't understand why he took this job. Although it is difficult for us, it is not to the point of judging people's faces."

Teresa sighed.

"The Phelps family and the Larkfield Gang have been engaged in a quarrel. The previous Sheriff was from Clark, but he later died violently. The two sides exchanged fire, and the county magistrate mediated, and finally chose my husband. He seems to have nothing to do with either side.

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Chen Jianqiu has roughly understood what happened.

He stopped talking and concentrated on taking Theresa in the direction of Pitkin County.

…

Sheriff Danny stood at the gate of Larkfield Farm.

Unlike the cold reception at Phelps' manor, the farm was brightly lit at the moment. Just hanging piles of kerosene lamps for lighting was not enough. The cowboys in the gang lit torches to illuminate the farm.

Same as daytime.

Clark hurried out of the granary without even wearing a coat.

He spit out the cigarette residue he was chewing and rushed to the gate.

"Ouch! It's Sheriff Danny! My distinguished guest! What brought you here?" Clark trotted, opened his arms, and wanted to give the Sheriff a warm hug.

The Sheriff ducked.

Clark hugged the air. But he didn't seem to feel embarrassed at all. He looked left and right at the cowboy guarding the door: "Why did you stop Sheriff Clark outside? Are you all blind? Didn't I say that as long as

The Sheriff can come and visit at any time if he likes!"

The cowboys at the door were stunned. They couldn't remember when their leader had said such a thing.

"My wife was kidnapped, was it you who did it?" Sheriff Danny said expressionlessly.

Clark looked in disbelief: "Why do you think so? Who dares to kidnap your wife?"

"You can check whatever you want here!" Clark vowed, "I have no reason to kidnap your wife!"

"I'm a businessman now. I don't like to fight. The previous fights cost me a lot of money." He pointed at the cowboys around him, "These people are just maintaining order.

, you know, in the West, it’s impossible to do business without someone to maintain order.”

"Have I done anything out of the ordinary in your jurisdiction this past year?"

Sheriff Danny stared at Clark, who was spitting like a star, trying to find some answers on his face, but as an honest person, it was difficult for him to find loopholes in Clark's words.

"But there is something I don't know whether to say or not." Clark looked hesitant.

"you say."

"Don't forget how the last police chief died." Clark said sadly, "I heard that they have been in contact with some killers or desperadoes recently."

Danny fell into thought.

"Please come here, I will take you to my farm to have a look. If there is anything wrong, you can send me to the gallows immediately." Clark made a "please" gesture.

"No, I have to find my wife." Danny shook his head.

Clark thought for a moment and snapped his fingers: "In this case, I will send a few brothers to go find it with you, and then send a few more people to inquire around. Do you think that's okay?"

"Thank you, keep an eye on it for me and tell me immediately if you have any news." Chief Danny got on his horse and left the farm with several police officers.

Looking at Sheriff Danny's retreating back, the smile on Clark's face disappeared like a stone sinking into the water.

He waved to the people behind him.

"Have all the people who left come back?" he asked in a low voice.

For a moment, no one dared to answer. Clark turned around with a terrifying expression on his face.

Finally, a person who was usually closest to him came up and whispered:

"There is no news about the people who went to Market Town; the people who rushed to Pitkin to impersonate the wanted criminals. Judging from the police chief's reaction, they should have succeeded, but for some unknown reason, they haven't come back yet; the people who went after them before

A few bounty hunters came back early, but they don't seem to be caught up."

The scene was eerily quiet, and none of the cowboys dared to breathe.

"Snapped!"

Clark kicked the fence at the gate of the farm, and a section of the fence was smashed into pieces. He roared angrily:

"Trash! You are all a bunch of trash, and you, too. I have spent so much money raising you. Do you think you are just pretending to be shit? Or are you all disabled?!"

He took out a piece of paper from his arms, waved it in front of his men and shouted: "Do you know what this is? I have prepared evidence of Phelps' collusion with those wanted criminals. You know that damn thing?"

How much money does the judge want from me? Ah?! Ah?!"

"You pigs! Trash! Trash!"

Section after section of the fence could not withstand Clark's anger and was kicked to pieces.

The group of people behind him were trembling, and no one dared to remind him that he was still at the gate of the farm. Although there was no one else present, this behavior was like a loud conspiracy.

After the eleventh fence was kicked down, Clark realized his gaffe and calmed down.

He looked behind him at the cowboy who had just answered him: "What's going on with Fultz?"

The cowboy was so angry that he didn't dare to breathe, and he answered cautiously: "The telegram over there was sent to the town, saying that it had already set off and should arrive soon."

Clark gathered his clothes and snorted coldly:

"It's better to go straight to the hard part."