Chapter Seventy-Four: Planned Bankruptcy

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

"Who are you? Why are they tying you up. ”

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

Chen Jianqiu didn't rush to ask her more questions, but behind him, Adam was ready to draw his gun.

If the woman recognizes them as wanted, Adam is ready to draw a gun and kill them.

"Are you from a foreign country? I haven't seen you before. The old woman spoke suddenly.

Chen Jianqiu nodded.

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

Chen Jianqiu nodded at Adam, and Adam's drooping hand left his waist.

The woman didn't shout as loudly as he had imagined, and ran around in a panic; Nor did he tremble, nor tremble.

Not ordinary.

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

"Accurate shots, good marksmanship." As she drank the water, she complimented, as if it wasn't her who had almost fallen off her horse and fallen half to death, "You are cowboys from nearby towns." ”

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

The old woman kicked the cowboy's corpse: "This is Clark's man, it seems that he still wants to attack my husband." ”

"Who is your husband?"

"My husband is this Pitkin County sheriff, 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 flashed away and turned into panic.

From just now to now, he was kidnapped, fell off his horse, and faced four unknown gunmen, one of whom was ready to shoot.

She didn't show any signs of panic.

"Oh yes, 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 Asuka looked at Chen Jianqiu.

It didn't seem like a good idea for a couple of wanted criminals to ask the officer to help him find someone, and, in Clark's mouth, the officer seemed to be as jealous as Fultz.

"Get on the horse, we have to be gentlemen, and we can't leave the lady alone in the western wilderness." Chen Jianqiu got on the horse first and motioned for Sean to help the old woman Teresa up.

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

"Ms. Teresa, I've heard that your husband is going to bring Clark to justice, will it have anything to do with this?" Chen Jianqiu asked the old woman behind him while driving the horse.

"How could it be. My husband is an honest man, and his police officer is just a puppet, and I still don't understand why he took on this errand, although it was difficult for us, but not to the point of looking at people's faces. Teresa sighed.

"The Phelps family and the Rackfield gang have been playing a game, the previous sheriff was Clark's man, and then he died, the two sides exchanged fire, the county commissioner mediated, and finally chose my husband, who seems to have nothing to do with either side."

Chen Jianqiu had already roughly understood what was happening.

He stopped talking, and took Teresa intently in the direction of Pitkinshire.

……

Sergeant Danny stood at the door of Rackfield Farm.

Unlike the cold reception at Phelps' estate, the farm is brightly lit at the moment. It wasn't enough to hang piles of lit kerosene lamps, the gang's cowboys lit torches to light the farm as if it were daytime.

Clark didn't even wear his coat and hurried out of the granary.

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

"Ouch! It's Sheriff Danny! My distinguished guest! What is the wind that brought you here? Clark trotted and spread his arms to give the sheriff a warm hug.

The sheriff ducked.

Clark hugged the air. But he didn't seem embarrassed at all, and looked left and right at the cowboy guarding the door: "Why did you stop Sheriff Danny outside?" Are you blind? Didn't I say that the sheriff could come and visit at any time if he wanted to! ”

The cowboys at the door were dumbfounded, they couldn't remember when their boss had said such a thing.

"My wife was kidnapped, did you do it?" Sheriff Danny was expressionless.

Clark looked incredulous: "How could you think that, who would dare to kidnap your wife?" ”

"You can check it out as much as you like here!" Clark swore an oath, "I have no reason to kidnap your wife!" ”

"I'm a businessman now, I don't like to fight and kill, and I lost a lot of 'dollars' in the previous fight." He pointed to the cowboys around him, "These people are just maintaining order, you know, in the West, you can't do business without maintaining order." ”

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

Sergeant Danny stares at the spitting Clarke, trying to find some answers in his face, but as an honest man, he has a hard time finding a hole in Clarke's words.

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

"You say."

"Don't forget, how the last sheriff died." Clark said with a sly sigh, "I've heard they've been in contact with some killers or outlaws lately. ”

Danny fell into deep thought.

"Please, I'll take you to my farm, and if there's anything wrong, you can send me to the gallows at once." Clark made a "please" gesture.

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

Clark thought for a moment and snapped his fingers: "In this way, I'll send a few brothers to look for it with you, and then send a few people to inquire around, do you think it's okay?" ”

"Thanks, you can keep an eye on me, and let me know as soon as there is news." Sergeant Danny got on his horse and left the farm with a few officers.

Looking at the back of Danny's departed officer, the smile on Clark's face was like a stone sinking into the water and disappearing.

He beckoned to the man behind him.

"Have all the people who went out come back?" He asked in a low voice.

No one dared to answer for a while, and Clark turned around, with a terrible expression on his face.

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

"There is no news from those who go to the market town; rushed to Pitkin to pretend to be those wanted criminals, and judging by the sheriff's reaction, he should have succeeded, but for some reason, he hasn't come back yet; I went to chase those bounty hunters before, but I came back early, but I didn't seem to catch them. ”

The scene was terrifyingly quiet, and the cowboys didn't dare to breathe.

"Smack!"

Clark kicked the fence at the gate of the farm, and the fence was shattered, and he roared angrily:

"Rubbish! It's all a bunch of rubbish, and you, I spent so much money to support you, and I usually pretend to be shit in my head? Or are they all disabled?! ”

He took out a piece of paper from his bosom, waved it in front of his men, and shouted, "Do you know what this is? I've got all the evidence of Phelps' collusion with those wanted criminals, and you know how much the damn judge asked me for? Yes?! Yes?! ”

"You pigs! Rubbish! Litter! ”

None of the fences could withstand Clark's wrath, and they were kicked to pieces.

The group behind him trembled, and no one dared to remind him that it was still at the gate of the farm, and although there was no one else present, it was like a loud conspiracy.

It wasn't until the eleventh fence was kicked off that Clark realized his gaffe, and he calmed down.

He looked behind him at the cowboy who had answered him, "How's Fultz doing?" ”

The cowboy didn't dare to breathe, and replied cautiously: "The telegram from there has arrived in town, saying that it has already departed, and it should arrive soon." ”

Clark gathered his clothes and snorted coldly:

"Let's just go straight to the hard one."