If you ask the American people in the 19th century what kind of person Jesse James was, then different people will give you different answers.

The people in the east will say that he is a big thief who robs trains and banks, and kills people without blinking; Deacenson in the Southern States will tell you that he is a rebel against the Union;

Some people at the bottom will worship him and think that he is a thief who robs the rich and helps the poor, while most of the people who have been robbed by him will hate him to the core.

Everyone's position is different, so the evaluation of him is mixed, and there are different opinions.

But in the eyes of Jesse James's mother, her son is no big deal.

She never cared what he was doing outside, only that he had bought a ranch for herself near Dodge City.

The old lady is almost sixty years old this year, and she still works on the pasture day after day.

She milked the cows, delivered the calves, and in her spare time sat at the door of the house, mending her clothes while looking into the distance.

It's just that she hasn't really understood why her son can't live in the big pasture and has to stay in the wilderness.

"Jack!" She shouted at a cowboy who was shoveling cow dung not far from him.

This young man named "Jack" came to the ranch not long ago, and he was a wooden man who did not like to talk, but he was very industrious, and he did things in a good way, and he was deeply liked by the old lady.

Jeffries, who goes by the pseudonym "Jack", hears someone calling him, straightens up, throws the dung fork aside, wipes his hands on his clothes, and walks towards the old lady.

The old lady stood up, picked up the clothes in her hand, looked them back and forth, and then put them on the stool where she had just sitned.

She turned and walked into the room.

After a while, the old lady came out of the house, holding a stack of washed clothes.

"Jack, go for a walk and give these clothes to my son."

Jeffries' heart was ecstatic.

It seems that the old lady is finally going to tell herself where Jesse James is hiding.

But his expression didn't change much, he was still so wooden and dazed.

He shook his head.

"Oh, look at my memory, I forgot you were new here." The old lady touched her forehead.

She told Jeffries where it was, and then, shoving the clothes into his hands, smiled kindly:

"Go, go, this kid, why is he always so stupid."

After watching Jeffries' back disappear from view, the old lady sat back on her stool and continued to sew the next garment.

"Who is that?" A cowboy who was mending a bullpen straightened up and looked into the distance.

In the distance, a group of centaurs appeared.

The location is very remote, not on the road that passers-by, and the grass is not very rich, so strangers rarely come over.

The old lady also stopped what she was doing and narrowed her eyes.

"Isn't it Jesse?" She couldn't see clearly.

However, as the group approached the ranch, the cowboy who was repairing the bullpen had a different look on his face.

"It's Detective Pinkerton!" He shouted as he rushed to a box on the side of the bullpen.

His gun was placed on the case.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, a volley of bullets came at him.

The cowboy was shot and fell to the ground.

"Stand still for me, don't move!" Donovan carried a gun and rushed into the ranch first, "Whoever moves first will die first!" ”

The other two cowboys didn't dare to act rashly, and they raised their hands, because the barrels of the detectives who rushed in were almost shoved into their mouths.

Tom and the rest of the detectives burst into the house, and in a few moments, a woman's screams came from the house.

Less than a minute later, Tom appeared at the door of the house, dragging a woman by the hair.

It seems that Jesse James is not in the ranch.

"Don't touch my daughter!" The old lady yelled at Tom.

"This stinky bitch she bites me!" Tom angrily held out his hand at Donovan.

"Where is your son, Jesse James, hiding?" Donovan didn't pay attention to Tom, but asked the old lady directly, "He is a criminal, we are arresting him, I hope you don't cover up, it's not good for him." ”

"My son is not a criminal!"

To Donovan's surprise, the old lady was very calm and just stared at the detective coldly.

It seems that this is not the first time she has seen this kind of formation.

Donovan glanced the old lady up and down, laughed, then shook his head and walked towards the other two cowboys:

"Same question, where is Jesse James hiding?" The detective's intuition makes it possible to judge that there may not be any valuable information out of this old lady's body.

So he changed his goal.

Both cowboys shook their heads.

They really don't know.

Donovan looked around and saw that the informant who had connected with White earlier was not here.

"You can go." He said to the two cowboys.

"Sir, can we really go?" A cowboy asked, a little confused.

Donovan didn't speak.

The two cowboys glanced at each other, began to move their feet, and then walked back to the stable.

However, they hadn't taken a few steps before gunfire rang out behind them.

One cowboy was shot in the leg and fell to the ground on the spot, while the other, seeing that the situation was not good, spread his leg and ran in the direction of the stable.

However, Donovan had already reset the hammer of his revolver, and another shot hit another cowboy in the waist.

He stepped forward and shot each of the two men on the ground with two shots.

The magazine was empty, and there were two more cowboy corpses on the farm.

"It's really stupid." Donovan glanced at the corpse and mocked.

At this time, Jesse James's sister began to scream, the voice echoing throughout the ranch's wounds.

"Donovan, what are we going to do next?" Tom slapped the screaming woman with his backhand.

Blood flowed from the corners of the woman's mouth, and her cry became even more poignant.

"Ambush and wait for Jesse James to come back." Donovan said.

"So, what if he keeps hiding and doesn't come back?" Tom continued, "We're afraid we don't have that much time, and White found out about his plan to come back and mess with us. ”

"Then set it on fire." Donovan's face showed a sinister smile, "I know him, if he is really nearby, he will definitely come." ”

"What if he chooses to run away, or not be around?"

"You're raising the bar, aren't you? Where are there so many problems? Donovan's patience was finally exhausted by Tom, who yelled at his partner.

Tom, shut his mouth.

And on the other side.

Jeffries took the clothes the old lady had handed him and rode towards Jesse James's hideout.

He crossed a meadow and stopped in front of a small, dilapidated house.

Jeffries dismounted, and as he went, he observed the terrain around him, so that he could inform White to bring someone with him next time.

But he suddenly noticed that behind the small house, there were several horses parked.

And inside the house, the sound of conversation was heard.

"Didn't I tell you not to come over lately?"

"Don't worry, this place is only known to a few of us, and Detective Pinkerton has recently appeared in Dodge City, so I'll take a look and see if you need help here."

"You don't come, that's the biggest help to me."

"James, this is not what it used to be, we need to join forces, you can see our sincerity, and Dodger City can provide you with shelter."

Jeffries hesitated, but walked towards the door of the house.

The sound of conversation inside suddenly stopped, followed by the sound of a gun being drawn.

"Don't shoot, I'm here to deliver clothes." Jeffries held up a stack of clothes in his hand and showed it to the people in the room.

Jesse James walked out the door.

After discovering that it was the hired employee of his own ranch, he frowned:

"How do you know here?"

"Your mother told me." Jeffries replied.

"How did yesterday's cattle sell?" Jesse lit a cigarette.

"It's okay, most of them were sold, and there are a few left, so I rushed back."

Jesse glanced at the clothes in the hired man's hand and was silent for a while: "Bring the things, you can go back." ”

Jeffries handed the clothes to Jesse James, then turned his head to go back.

But before he could take a few steps, Jesse's voice suddenly rang out from behind him:

"Wait a minute, I'll go back and take a look."

Jeffries got on his horse and quietly glanced in the direction of the cabin.

A couple of cowboy-dressed people walked out of the cabin.

Jeffries knew them, and they were all Dodger gunmen, Carson "Crooked Neck", "Bull" Steve, "Handsome Boy" Nicholson, and a few others.

Just as everyone was about to get on their horses and set off, suddenly Steve shouted loudly.

"Jesse, your ranch!"

The crowd looked in the direction he was pointing and saw smoke billowing from the direction of the pasture.

Jesse James' eyes widened, his mother had always been careful, and he would never believe it was a natural fire.

Something happened to your own ranch!

He took a few steps back, quickly pulled out his revolver, and pointed it at Carson, "Only you know I'm here." ”

Carson snorted, "Jesse, don't be stupid, if we had done it, you'd be dead by now!" ”

Jesse James' face was gloomy.

Who the hell leaked the location of their ranch?

During this time, only one person in the ranch had ever been to town!

He looked at Jeffries.

Jeffries also saw the black smoke, and he was stunned at first.

Didn't White say not to act for the time being?

But then, he saw Jesse's eyes.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Jeffries kicked the horse in the belly and prepared to flee on his horse.

But James and Carson's gunmen reacted quicker, and they opened fire quickly.

Several shots rang out, and Jeffries was shot and fell off his horse.

Jesse James pulls an axe out of the room and walks up to the Pinkerton detective.

"You shouldn't have done anything to my mother."

The axe was chopped down, and blood splattered.

(End of chapter)