James hadn't taken a few steps before he heard the words and stopped.

He turned, his hands trembling slightly, not knowing if it was because of the battle he had just had, or because of the anger he was in now.

"Pyler! Do you know what you're talking about? You don't open your eyes and see! What's going on here? He yelled at the sheriff in front of him, who was the same age as his dead son.

"My house was burned! My sheep were killed! My loved ones were hurt! The rancher's eyes were spewing fire, "Do you want to go inside the house!" Raymond is dead! Britz is dead! Howard's leg is broken! They all grew up watching you! ”

"I can't tell what happened here right now, there are people dying on both sides, it's a private fight within the jurisdiction." Pyler's face was expressionless.

"But you know it in your heart! You know! Is that right? James pointed to the sheriff's heart.

"I'll collect evidence on the spot." Pyler walked over to Daddy James and whispered, "Don't embarrass me, uncle. ”

"Dad, needless to say, let's go." Emily looked at the corpses that had been carried out of the house, as well as her mother.

By this time, Mrs. James, rescued by the doctors, had woken up and was resting on a wooden pier at the door.

Emily's expression was calm, and she didn't look at the sheriff the whole time.

A dozen or so heavily armed law enforcement officers walked up, led by one with a rope in his hand and a little hesitant.

"What are you doing with a rope!" Pyler turned his head to see the rope and reprimanded him sharply.

The officer shuddered with fright, quickly put away the rope in his hand, muttered a little, and walked to the people in front of the house.

He hesitated to speak.

However, the people in front of the ranch did not embarrass him, they had no intention of resisting, and the fierce battle just now had exhausted their spirits.

They boarded the carriage that the officer had found for them.

"Sir! There's one more person here! Suddenly, there was a shout from a law enforcement officer from the warehouse.

The officer and his companions were surveying the scene around the warehouse, where the bodies of Fred's men lay on the ground, in various ways.

"It's miserable." The officer shook his head, "That's too accurate." ”

The companion in the back also agreed: "In Lincolnshire, I'm afraid the only people who can do this are Billy the Kid and our chief." ”

"Shut up! What nonsense? Hearing this, the officer glared at his companion, "Do you want to say that our commander has a doppelganger, or is Billy the Kid not dead at all?" ”

When these words came out, both of them suddenly felt that their backs were cold.

Because they have evaluated it, it seems that the latter situation is more likely.

Billy the Kid is the farmer's son, and if he hadn't died, now ......

The two of them jerked their guns up and aimed them at the warehouse.

There was a real person in the warehouse, standing on the edge of a board car, as if he was sorting out something. When I saw them, I waved at them and said hello.

"Ouch, you're here, you scared me to death just now."

Chen Jianqiu originally planned to go to the stable and run silently, but as soon as he walked out of the door, he heard Pyler's words, so he retreated.

Then they were seen by these two goods.

The two saw that they were an honest Chinese who could also speak English, and their hearts were relieved when they mentioned their throats.

They lowered their guns and reported to Pyler.

Soon, Sergeant Pyler appeared at the door of the warehouse, but the sight made him angry.

On the seat of the board car is a wooden box spread out, with two rows of cigars inside.

The top row is missing two.

And the two missing ones were hanging in the mouths of the two police officers at this time, and they were talking and laughing with Chen Jianqiu cordially.

"What are you guys doing!" The sheriff looked at his two subordinates and was very angry, "Who told you to take other people's things casually?" ”

The two police officers looked at each other, not knowing whether to throw away the cigar in their hands or return it to Chen Jiaqiu.

"Out of the way, out of the way, haha, just two cigars." Chen Jianqiu greeted him with a smile.

This box of cigars is from Holmes, native to Connecticut, and geologists found it in a grocery store.

Chen Jianqiu took out another one from the box and handed it to the sheriff with both hands.

Pyler didn't reach out to pick it up, but looked at Chen Jianqiu in front of him.

"I think I've seen you."

"Uh-huh, yes, Sergeant Pyler, we met yesterday at the Lincolnshire grocery store." Chen Jianqiu nodded again and again.

"Why are you here?" The sheriff asked, confused, "What about the other two?" It was the black man and an old man. ”

He was impressed by Sean, and the old man naturally referred to Holmes before he got old.

"Hey, don't mention it." Chen Jianqiu sighed.

He told Pyler about being robbed by robbers yesterday, then being rescued by Emily's people, and then coming to this ranch when his car broke down, and of course, he also hid his own action in the middle.

"It was raining outside just now, and there were gunshots everywhere, you know, sheriff, I'm a very timid person, and I'm so scared that I'm dying." Chen Jianqiu covered his heart, looking palpitating.

"Where were you just now?" Pale looked at Chen Jianqiu with sharp eyes.

"It's in the warehouse, sheriff." Chen Jianqiu looked innocent, he pointed to the board car, "It's right behind the board car." ”

The sheriff glanced at Chen Jianqiu's dry clothes and pants, and nodded: "Then please go to the Lincolnshire police station with us." ”

"I'm going too?"

"Well, yes, just come with me, understand the situation, there shouldn't be much of a problem on your side." Pyler said.

Chen Jianqiu thought for a moment.

"Mr. Sheriff, can I take my car with me? I don't want to come back to this place again. ”

"Yes, you can go to the stable and find two horses yourself, then put them on, and come with us." Sheriff Pyler said.

An hour later, the group returning to Lincolnshire departed.

The procession was not moving fast, with Sergeant Pyle at the front with two men at the front, followed by a carriage carrying the ranch people.

The carriage was driven by Daddy James, and it was at a long distance from the sheriff in front of him.

Several enforcers surrounded them, saying that they were protecting their safety, but the people at the ranch didn't seem to appreciate it, and they didn't say a word on the road.

Emily, who was sitting on the board car, looked at the injured old cowboys around her, and her mother in a daze in the distance.

She pulled out a harmonica from the burlap bag beside her, put it to her mouth, and gently played a long New Mexico tune.

The melody is poignant.

Pyler, who was on the horse in front, heard this song and felt that something was tearing apart in the depths of his heart, piece by piece.

But instead of turning his head, he continued to be silent and walked forward slowly.

Behind them, followed by a long line of Fred's men, who were strung forward by ropes.

These old fritters did not hang their heads, and they all had a kind of happiness for the rest of their lives after the holiday.

Anyway, going into the cell is a daily routine for them, and it's as easy as going home, and they can be locked up for a few days at most and then released.

Compared with entering the prison cell, that sheepfold is the shadow that they will not get rid of in this life, and compared with the colleagues lying there, they are much luckier.

What they didn't know, however, was that the shadow umbra was now leisurely driving the carriage and following at the back of the procession.

Chen Jianqiu didn't think about slipping away halfway, this toss was too wasteful of time, he could have returned to Jerónimo's station yesterday, and then waited for Camilla and they could continue to set off.

But he wasn't sure if Sean's side had waited for anyone to leave town.

If they leave or arouse Peal's suspicions, they may be in trouble.

Anyway, from the current point of view, the risk is controllable, and not too much time will be wasted.

If it really doesn't work, find a way to leave.

If it were just these Lincolnshire enforcers, if he really wanted to leave, no one would be able to stop him.

By the time the team arrived in Lincolnshire, it was already evening.

Chen Jianqiu originally thought that the seemingly inconspicuous police station could not accommodate so many people, but when Pyler opened the gate of the opposite courtyard in front of him, he found out.

It turned out that what he had seen before was not all.

This turned out to be the private residence of former Sheriff Brady, who saved up such a family by taking corruption as a criterion and taking bribes as his own responsibility, and then was shot and killed by Billy the Kid on the way home.

It was confiscated by the successor Sergeant Pyler, and converted into a prison cell and, if necessary, temporary.

The sheriff doesn't usually live here, but works in the small, dilapidated police station opposite.

Fred's men were taken into cells, while the men of James Ranch were placed in separate rooms, and although they were treated differently, they were essentially the same, and their freedom was temporarily restricted.

Paylor had to conduct interrogations and await the results of the on-site deposition.

When he walked back to the office opposite him, he found that there was already someone waiting for him at the door.

It was Fred's lawyer, Alexander Meswein.

Lawyers are a very promising profession in the West at this time, and everyone like Fred who has a head and face in the West will face some disputes over contracts or land ownership.

Sometimes they choose to use guns, but more often than not, they give them to these lawyers.

Legal, illegal ways, they have both.

"Sir, as Mr. Fred's lawyer, I want you to treat my client fairly." The lawyer sat across from the sheriff.

"How did you hear this?" Pyler looked up and glanced at him. He was astonished that the lawyer had just returned to Lincolnshire when the lawyer appeared.

Fred hadn't woken up yet.

"I need to meet my client." The lawyer sidestepped the question and directly put forward his own demand.

If it were to be replaced by another sheriff in the West, he would definitely scoff at such a request.

But Pealer is different, he firmly believes in the justice of the process, and he uses it as the standard side of his practice.

He glanced at the lawyer and said to him:

"Then you come with me."

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