Despite the luck of Sartre's attempts to hide in the crowd, there are too many people who know him as the former master of the place, and the largest and most brutal slave owner.

"It's him, it's him, it's him!" Under the identification of several slaves, the Apache soldiers dragged a fat, middle-aged man from the crowd, "John Sutter, the most wicked man in all of California!" ”

Ma Whistle looked at Sartre and said slowly: "Mr. Sartre, unfortunately, according to the laws of the Apache, your Promised Land is in ...... Execution. ”

Sartre was frightened and hurriedly said, "You...... You said surrender or kill! ”

"Surrender can dissolve hostilities, but it cannot dissolve evil." Ma Whistle said lightly, "You believe in God, right?" ”

"Yes......" Sartre replied tremblingly.

Ma Whistle: "Then let God forgive you, my task is to send you to God." ”

"No, no—" Sartre howled in despair, but was held down by two strong Apache soldiers.

Ma Whistle officially pronounced his death sentence: "John Sartre, who committed countless crimes, committed the crimes of intentional injury, slavery, and intentional homicide...... The punishment for several crimes shall be combined, and the sentence shall be executed by shooting in accordance with the law, and shall be immediately enforced. ”

After the sentence was pronounced, he did not order the soldiers to execute Sartre.

Instead, he looked at the white people: "My soldiers and I are a little tired, are any of you willing to execute Sartre's execution for me?" ”

The whites looked at each other, overwhelmed.

Ma Whistle said again: "The opportunity is rare, whoever is willing to work for me, I will give him some good rewards, such as ...... Appointed him civil governor of the white man. ”

There was some commotion in the crowd, but no one came forward.

"To be honest, I was a little tempted, but Mr. Sartre helped me......"

"It's a shame to do that!"

To the Indians, John Sutter was the most evil man in California, or at least one of the most wicked.

But for white people, Sartre is still a good person, philanthropic and popular.

It wasn't until about a minute later that someone finally decided to take the benefit.

"Honorable Chief, I am willing to serve you and execute this heinous fellow!" A voice came from the crowd.

The sentry followed the sound and saw a man in his twenties, eighteen or early thirties, with a beard and a neatly groomed man, out of the crowd.

"God, Brannan, you can't do that!" The whites said one after another.

"You shameless bastard!" Sartre glared at this person angrily, "I helped you, I let you open a shop here, but you betrayed me!" ”

Brannan ignored it.

Ma Whistle looked at him: "What's your name?" ”

"Samuel Brannan." Brannan said.

"Brannan ......" Whistle frowned slightly.

He had a slight impression of the name and seemed to be an extremely important figure, if not the most important, in the California Gold Rush affair.

But he had long forgotten the specifics.

After thinking for a few seconds and not having a clue, he stopped thinking, "Good, Brannan." ”

He gestured to look at Sartre, who knelt on the ground facing the crowd and handed Brannan a pistol.

"Brannan, let me tell you a little bit about biology." "A shot in the head doesn't necessarily kill a person, but a shot in the back of the head will." This is the fastest death. ”

"Really?" Brannan had heard of this for the first time.

If a white scientist had told him, he would have believed it, but an Indian telling him this made him suspicious.

"Now, shoot him in the back of the head and you'll see that he's going to stop breathing instantly." Du Guan pointed to the back of Sartre's head.

Brannan held the revolver and aimed it at the back of Sartre's head.

At the same time, Duguan stood behind him, watching his movements.

Brannan looked a little nervous, and the sweat in his palms was visible to the naked eye, and not only because he was going to kill.

What's more, while killing Sartre, he must also come face to face with more than a hundred white people in front of him.

He could feel the gaze of the crowd, and these disdainful, hateful gazes made him feel uncomfortable.

But Brannan had already thought of his choice, and he knew that the future Sutterburg belonged to the Apache people.

Guarded by these wolf-like soldiers, no one could break into what was already a fortified fortress.

The U.S. military will not rescue Fort Sutter, and most likely will even secretly rejoice.

There are also some American citizens here, such as him...... But they also did not expect salvation from the United States, because they were mainly Mormons who had fled the American government.

Brannan decided that this would be a prison, an Indian prison on the edge of the Americas, and if he wanted to live a little better, he would undoubtedly have to do something.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Sutter...... Hopefully what he said is true, a bullet in the back of the head will make people die the most painfully. Brannan said, gritting his teeth and pulling the trigger.

"Bang!"

With a gunshot and a splash of blood and brains, Sartre's body fell to the ground.

Indeed, as Du Wan said, a bullet shot into the back of the head can kill people instantly.

"Well done, Mr. Brannan, now you're the White Governor here." Ma Whistle smiled slightly.

Duguan withdrew the pistol, Brannan took a few breaths, turned his head and asked, "What do you need me to do?" ”

"For the time being, your job is to assist in the administration of justice." Ma Whistle said.

"The whites of Sutterburg, especially those who had been slave owners, will be judged by the law."

"Of course, I will not abuse the death penalty unless it is a heinous crime and refuses to admit it. After all, Sartre had already personally gone to ask God for forgiveness. ”

He looked at the white people again: "Also, you can choose to turn yourself in." Those who voluntarily confess their crimes or identify the crimes of others may be given a lighter punishment. ”

As soon as the words ended, a white man said in horror: "I confess, I used to be a slave owner, and I have abused the Indians!" ”

Subsequently, several more white people chose to turn themselves in, confess their crimes, and identify each other.

"I confess, I confess, I used to be a slave owner and mistreated the Indians. So is Robert, who has gone even further than I did! ”

"Reading also owned a lot of slaves and abused them!"

“…… Williams spies over Mary taking a bath! ”

"You've spied on you, too!"

Soon not only did he confess the crime of slavery, but all kinds of stealing and touching dogs also came out. In the end, after some involution, all whites were charged with a series of crimes.

Of course, in the plan of the horse whistle, these whites would have been charged with at least one crime, that is, an accomplice to John Sartre.

(End of chapter)