"Anyone can insult a bounty hunter, as long as he has a gun......"

Glancing at the revolver in James's hand, Greenton's eyes flashed dangerously, but his tone was soft like a lazy wildcat.

"Roar...... But no one can insult 'Beast Greenton'! Even if he's a law enforcement fanatic, even if he's the legendary hero Zorro!"

Like an enraged tiger beast, Glynton instantly became furious, and his strong body as a bear rushed forward in front of James and looked down at James condescendingly, his exploding eyes were bloodshot and stared coldly into James's eyes, full of murderous aura, pointing directly at James.

"Nobody! Understand? Mr. Sheriff......"

"Smack!"

Ignoring James' eyes as he could kill, Greenton felt for the revolver in the holster and said to James in a low voice, "A thousand dollars! now! immediately!"

The hideous, cruel and twisted scarface, the cold and cold eyes, the tangled and thick body, and the foul saliva splattering from the corners of Grinton's open mouth finally made James know where the nickname of Grinton's beast came from. Glynton is simply a cruel and ruthless humanoid beast!

"You know that. Greenton. I couldn't have carried that much with me. ”

Pushing aside the disgusting Indian scalp, James lowered his head high, his eyes covered by his cowboy hat dripping, and he didn't know what was going on in his mind.

Although Greenton, who was looking down on James, couldn't see James's eyes, Jacob, who was standing not far from James, could see it clearly.

"Interesting! James, as a sheriff, actually gave in to a bounty hunter?! Although it seems that he has other plans, he still relents on the surface...... It's funny! Here, a bounty hunter can crush a sheriff to bow his head on his own turf!"

In fact, this is also because Jacob does not understand the law of survival in the West, where the relationship between bounty hunters, police enforcers, and thugs is very complicated, and can only be described as the law of the jungle, or the law of the jungle.

It was only a decade since the United States seized California from Mexico, and at that time, the population of the United States was about 31 million, and California was about 380,000. If it weren't for the homestead law and the gold rush a decade ago to attract immigrants, California would still be uninhabited. Of course, it is no different from being uninhabited for thousands of miles now.

The land is vast and sparsely populated, law enforcement is lacking, the lure of gold, and the immigrants themselves have a complex composition and origin, ranging from landless and bankrupt farmers and merchants, to exiled criminals, fugitive robbers, hooligans and murderers...... Ethnicities and colors converge in California, and in the West. The social component is unstable. Coupled with the mutual attack and slaughter of Indians and whites, the cross-border robbery of Mexican bandits, and the roaming of bandits and thugs, California or the West became a paradise for criminals.

The security services in the west don't have that many people to hunt them down. As a result, they put up posters offering bounties and paid high sums of money for the successful arrest of fugitives. Bounty hunters came into being in the West. For the sake of this reward, if the bounty hunters want to catch these vicious and deranged outlaws, then the bounty hunters will be more powerful than them, not only in marksmanship and horsemanship, or in their minds, but more ruthless than him. They will do everything they can to catch the fugitives, dead or alive. Otherwise, the bounty hunter will not succeed in chasing the thugs, but will be counter-killed. This is also a very normal thing.

In fact, these bounty hunters are no different from the outlaws who are being hunted, they all eat by taking human lives! The identity between bounty hunters and thugs is very fast, maybe a moment ago he was a bounty hunter who hunted thugs, and robbed banks with his face on his back feet. As long as the identity is not revealed, then the bounty hunter can continue to do it. Or as long as the thug hides his past, he can still be a sheriff and a law enforcer here!

James, for example!

"Hot Springs only has so much money from Mayor Max...... James said sincerely, "Greenton, your bounty should have come from the government, so I suggest you wait for me to go to the mayor and explain the ......"

The hot spring town is only two or three days away from Sacramento, the capital of California. The total population of the town is less than 2,000. In the twenty-first century, this population is at best the population of an ordinary village. Although the sparrows in the hot spring town are small, they have all kinds of organs. All kinds of government functions are available, such as town government, police station, tax office, post office, etc. And James, as the sheriff of Hot Springs Town, is still under the jurisdiction of the mayor above. James was right about what he said to Greenton.

"James, I'm talking about immediately!

Greenton pointed at James' nose and roared, spitting at James' face. It seems that Greenton really doesn't want to have a good chat with James today.

But somehow, James clenched his fists in the face of Greenton's almost spitting rudeness, but he still endured it. In a normal scenario, the two would either draw their guns and shoot angrily, or they should make an appointment for a duel between cowboys, as Jacob and Billy did. But James didn't, which is strange. Doesn't James need to assert his dignity and the authority of his Spa sheriff?

Jacob looked at James and Greenton, one clearly forbearing, the other clearly looking for trouble. It's getting more and more interesting!

At this time, there were three people near the bar, Jacob, James, and Greenton, and the others either ran away during the shootout or died in the shootout just now. The only outsider on the scene was Jacob.

Jacob only realized at this point that this was a bit embarrassing.

"Calm down! Calm down, two gentlemen, calm down......"

Jacob stepped forward and stood between the two, and said kind words, "Hello, Mr. Greenton. I'm Jacob Frye. Nice to meet you!"

Glancing coldly at James, Greenton wiped his hands on his dirty coat and reached out to shake Jacob's hand, "Greenton, Greenton Paul." ”

"Look, Mr. Paul. There is still a little truth in James's words, no one would carry such a large sum of money as a thousand dollars with them. So if you want to get your bounty as soon as possible, you should still listen to James. Let him go to the mayor. And we...... If it's an honor, I'd like to give Mr. Paul a drink. ”

Nodding gratefully to Jacob, James said to Glinton with relief: "Glinton, I think this is the fastest way for you to get the bounty!"

"Boom Boom ......"

As he spoke, there was a sharp sound of horses' hooves.

In the distance, two horses galloped, riding two rough cowboys armed with lever guns. Before the horses could hold their feet, the two galloped down and led the galloping horses to a halt at the door of the bar. The horse's hooves kicked up a cloud of dust and scattered it.

"James, what's going on? Joseph and I heard a burst of gunfire outside the town, and then we heard your whistle......

"Fuck! James, who would dare to make trouble on our turf?"