The clatter of horses' hooves resounded above the wilderness.

In the dusty sky, more than a dozen galloping horses were chasing a figure that was running away quickly.

The speed of those war horses was very fast this time, but unexpectedly, the galloping man in front of them seemed to be a few points faster than the war horses.

"How long have you been running?"

The team of more than a dozen horses slowly stopped, and a middle-aged man with a thick beard and a low-quality cigarette in his mouth grabbed the reins, looked at the figure flying in front of him, and asked a young cowboy next to him.

The young cowboy took out his pocket watch from his bosom, opened it and glanced at the time on it, revealing a look of amazement, "Chief, it's been more than an hour." ”

"What an enviable body, these damned savages, if they were all like them, we wouldn't have to ride horses."

The middle-aged man spit out the cigarette in his mouth, looked at the figure that continued to run, and shouted to the many cowboys around him, "Okay, stop playing, catch people back." ”

The cowboys on the other horses took their stalks from their saddles beside them, urged their horses again, and began to chase after the figure that was galloping in the wilderness ahead.

The middle-aged man in the lead pulled the reins, and instead of looking at the many knights in front of him chasing the fast-running figure, he turned his head and shouted to a man with sunken eyes and a depressed expression who fell behind everyone: "Hey, Davis, you don't want to play?" ”

The depressed man didn't seem to be interested in the pursuit, glanced at the many cowboys who were chasing after him from a distance, seemed to exhale silently, and his eyes were on the middle-aged man in the lead again, "Edmond, you know that I didn't come to you for this. ”

"I know."

The middle-aged man in the lead took out a cigarette roll from his arms again, slowly lit it, spit out a puff of white smoke, and grinned, "I owe you a personal favor, I just don't understand, what are you doing this for, I have been with you, I just guess, and I can't guarantee its authenticity." But I can promise you that I will do my best to introduce you to the other party. ”

As he spoke, he pointed in the direction where the dozen horsemen were galloping out, "That slave is what they wanted." ”

"That's enough. Edmund ......" looked at Davisbaton, who was full of haggardness, and softly called out the other party's name, and a trace of fear flashed faintly in his dark eyes, as if he remembered something, and after a long time, he slowly spoke, "If you have experienced what I have faced, you know how much I want to gain strength now." ”

"Hahaha...... Edmond, the leader, laughed, patted the revolver on his waist, and picked up a double-barreled shotgun from his horse with one hand, "This is our strength, and in front of my old fellow, there is nothing that can be solved." ”

"That's what I used to think." Davis Barton was silent.

After the fire in Jinshan Port, he and his people were chased by the sheriff of Jinshan Port for hundreds of miles, and the people under his command either died or fled, leaving him alone.

For a leader who has experienced more than ten years in the west and has a lot of strength under his hands, it is not easy to lose his subordinates. This is also the point where he picked up a gun and roamed the west again after so many years of hard work.

But Davis Barton doesn't care about any of that right now, the world has never been what he's ever seen.

This escape made him feel the insignificance of mortals, and some things that he once felt strange in his life in the past ten years can now be vaguely connected.

He found a bandit leader he had dealt with, Edmund in front of him, who he remembered telling him about something, and now he wanted more information from them.

Syllable! Smack!

While the two were talking, a crisp gunshot rang out in the open wilderness ahead.

"What are these little cubs doing? I didn't let you use your guns, I wanted to live! Edmond, the leader, frowned, flicked off the cigarette in his hand again, and urged the horses under his crotch to chase in the direction from which the gunfire came.

……

William Johnson felt his chest explode and burn with every breath he took of it.

Sweat soaked into the wound from his scarred black skin, and the intense pain continued to torment his nerves.

His feet were numb, and there were cuts in the soles and insteps of his feet that had been cut by rough sand, but he didn't dare to stop.

This was the third slave hunting party he had encountered since he fled from the south, and the ruthless manor owners would always pay a lot of money to capture slaves who had escaped without permission.

The laws of the Federation had already abolished slavery, and many Negros like him in the north and west had been able to breathe free air, but there were still a large number of slaves in the south.

He fled all the way from the south to this place so that he could hide from the pursuit of these people.

He didn't want to go back! Only by leaving there can he become a free man.

Hard work is actually nothing, what really makes him feel desperate is the scene he accidentally sees.

He's going to run away!

Otherwise, he knew that he would die sooner or later.

But now, he felt like he couldn't run.

Exhaustion, hunger, thirst, despair......

In his line of sight, the scenery in front of him seemed to be beginning to drift, but he didn't dare to stop.

The sound of horses' hooves seemed to sound again after a brief fading.

Whew-

Suddenly, it seemed that a fierce gust of wind sounded behind him.

William Johnson instinctively tried to dodge to the side, but it was too late, and a lasso pinned his neck tightly.

William Johnson grabbed his hands around his neck, and suddenly felt a huge drag force coming from behind him, directly dragging him to the ground.

"Damn, let you win again!"

"The little guy's skills are really good!"

The sound of horses' hooves sounded instantly, and among the dozen or so cowboys, someone shouted at the man who had successfully captured William Johnson with a lasso.

"Thanks for the compliment!"

William Johnson looked at a young cowboy with a very immature face, a pocket watch on his chest, and after hearing the roar of the cowboys, he slightly removed the hat on his head, as if to express modesty.

It's just that the lasso he was holding with his other hand didn't let go at all.

"The Bill of Rights provides that a person who is born free cannot be deprived of his right to liberty...... A person who is born free cannot be deprived of his right to liberty......"

William Johnson, who was lying on the ground, watched many cowboys come around, grabbed the lasso around his neck with both hands, and yelled at everyone with all his strength.

"Hahahaha......"

The many cowboys on the lookers burst into laughter.

"Hurry up, this slave actually understands the laws of the Federation!"

"Oh my God, are the farmers now teaching their slaves to read?"

"This slave is so interesting!"

The young cowboy with a pocket watch on his body and a lasso in one hand laughed with the crowd, looking at William Johnson who was struggling on the ground, a hint of mockery appeared on his face, and he said lightly, "According to Article 2 of Chapter IV of the Supplementary Act to the Federal Constitution, all fugitive slaves must be repatriated to their slave owners. ”

"Nope! You can't do that! ”

William Johnson's face was desperate, he didn't know that some of these cowboys really answered him with legal terms, his tired body had made him have no strength to struggle, just pulled a hoarse voice, "There is no law anymore, I am free, I am free." ”

"Has it been abolished?" The young cowboy on the horse smiled contemptuously, "I don't remember that. ”

The other older cowboys next to him were already impatiently shouting, "Little one, what kind of law are you talking about with a slave, it's time to go." Boss, it's been a long time coming. ”

The snorts and neighing of the horses continued to ring around the fugitive Negro slave on the ground.

Just as the young cowboy with the lasso was about to roll over and grab the fugitive slave, a cowboy next to him suddenly burst out laughing, and the laughter drew the attention of many other cowboys.

"Guys, we seem to be lucky today! There's a Madi here! Now we can get an extra penny! ”