Mr. Williams took a fancy to John's Black Pearl and decided to change his mount or even the saddle, and John wanted to stay with his horse, whose smooth dark skin would give him a sense of security.

Bumps, it's really a life-threatening thing, John used to tie prisoners to the horse's butt in those days when he was a Pinkerton detective, and if the man screamed bitterly, he would whip him, and now that John was treated like this, he knew the stakes involved, so he didn't dare to scream even if he felt a violent impact between his ribs and internal organs, these officers won't treat you like a guest.

Truth be told, being caught by the police could result in a hanging, but it's better than following those British bastards and probably choking up tomorrow and never having to be thrown on the tracks to stop the world's trains.

If Strawberry Town is hilly, then Valentine is the Great Plains in its true prowess. The land is fertile, there are many farmsteads, and especially the horse business is active, and even at night you can see the town lit up and the streets buzzing.

It didn't take long for a large group of police officers to bring the prisoner back to the police station, which was a two-story building made of high-quality wood, with the word "SHERIFF" written in white paint, and in front of the door there were telephone poles and horse-tethering posts, except for the police guard, everything was the same as the pharmacy next door.

"Then, brothers, go back, everyone has worked hard tonight." Salm said.

Williams bolted the Black Pearl to the doorway, unloaded John off his shoulder, and grumbled in disgust.

"Bearded, that train full of jewels is visited by thieves, and I brought it to you." Williams carried John into the room, and the big man was obviously a little overwhelmed.

John thought that the name "bearded" was well deserved, and in the dim orange light, the man looked like he was fifty or sixty years old, dressed in a sheriff's uniform, with small-rimmed glasses, and crouched over the desk with something, the most striking thing was the thick and untidy beard on his face.

"Just one person? Let me see. ”

The bearded man picked up the oil lamp and stood up, turning his head, and John saw the face he would never forget, his comrade-in-arms, his mentor, his reborn father - Liam Fowler.

"Oh, it's you, John, I'm sorry to have you come to Valentine in this way." Mr. Fowler said with a blank face that perhaps his beard was blocking the subtle changes in his face, making it impossible to perceive whether his heart was rippling.

"Bearded Sheriff!" John addressed Mr. Fowler in a tone somewhat similar to Williams.

"Haha, deputy sheriff, to be exact, but I'm sure I'm more than capable of the sergeant." Mr. Fowler said confidently.

"Ah...... I was kidnapped, they called themselves "pioneers", and I swear I had nothing to do with the train robbery!"

"If I didn't believe my brother, he would have been thrown into prison." Mr. Fowler pouted his mouth to the cell.

John found that there were two cells, one of which had been inhabited by a fat man who was now sleeping soundly, and the other was empty, with the sheets and bedding already packed, as if they had been prepared for him.

"As for your defense, leave it to tomorrow's case presentation."

"Case statement?"

"Yes, I don't like the legal process either, but don't worry, we won't pursue all your actions, so you can sleep well tonight."

"What about killing Lange, what will you do?" John knew that Mr. Fowler would not forget the incident, for Mrs. Fowler had been murdered by Lange, for which Mr. Fowler had always blamed himself.

"All! Not to be pursued. If that bastard's corpse were here, I'd sip his blood!" Mr. Fowler said firmly, his eyes burning with anger and wanting to scorch the hairs around him.

John had a good night's sleep, exhausted by his escape, and had an indescribable sense of sleepiness in the company of Mr. Fowler, but he believed that he would be stronger after this night's sleep, and that he would be better able to stand on the wilderness, and that he would make a career of his own in the future.