America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 154 The Storm Is Coming

When Chen Jianqiu put on his clothes and appeared at the gate of the house calmly, there was a mess outside.

The sky darkened.

Many white wooden fences were broken, and the wooden barrels piled up beside the house were punched with holes by stray bullets. The liquid inside soaked the ground, and the flower pots fell to the ground, leaving wood slag, debris, and scattered all over the ground.

The cowboys with no holes in their bodies were all trying to rescue the wounded; a few corpses were lying on the edge of the fence, and no one paid attention to them.

Uncle James snatched the gun from Emily's hand, looked at his daughter in front of him with a complicated expression, and didn't know what to say for a while.

"Um, what happened?" Chen Jianqiu had just walked out of the gate when he saw the father and daughter who were speechless.

It was inconvenient for him to bother about other people's father and daughter, so he had to go to the other side to see the injured cowboy.

He took out a chewing cigarette box from his bag and handed it to Howard who was treating the wound for the wounded.

This is the hemostatic ointment prepared by Teresa and Geronimo. They put some herbs that can stop bleeding, pounded them into a paste in a grinding dish, and packed them in a clean chewing cigarette box.

Although this kind of thing has mediocre medicinal effects, it can only be used on small wounds, and it doesn't last long, but it's better than nothing now, and it's better than watching these people bleed to death alive.

James was still looking at his daughter, but his daughter didn't want to spend any more time with him.

"The people who were Fred just now are the same group of people who robbed you yesterday."

She walked to Chen Jianqiu's side, pointing to a disfigured corpse on the ground with a blossoming head.

The owner of this corpse was that Fred's son-in-law who was beaten to death by Chen Jianqiu, and the scene at this time was horrible.

"Yue!" Chen Jianqiu ran to the side, holding the corner of the wall and retching.

Emily looked at him sympathetically.

This poor, honest kid must have seen such a tragic scene for the first time. How could he have thought of coming to such a dirty, disorderly, and barbaric place in the west?
"Dad!" Emily looked at Papa James.

The old man with the goatee also calmed down a little at this time, he walked to Chen Jianqiu's side, patted his shoulder, and took a clean square scarf from his pocket for him.

"It's too cruel." Chen Jianqiu took the scarf and wiped the corner of his empty mouth.

"Son, you'll get used to it." Father James sighed. "It's like this in the west. Maybe you're still alive and kicking today, but the next day your body will appear in the wilderness and be dragged away by wild wolves."

He glanced at Chen Jianqiu:

"Son, how about this, I will arrange two horses and a car for you today, you should leave immediately."

Papa James walked towards the injured cowboy: "Fred's people will come tomorrow, and then it will not be as simple as a dozen people."

"They won't rest until they have this pasture."

"Then what should you do?" Chen Jianqiu frowned.

Originally, he just wanted to be low-key, so as to match his status as a gold digger, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

He has seen too many grievances and hatreds in the west, and he doesn't want to care about them, and he can't care about them.

But James' father just arranged for him a car to take him away, he didn't expect it.

"James, call the police, we have nothing against Fred!"

Mrs James holds a blood-stained shirt from a wounded cowboy.

The injured cowboy was dying, and the lady's hands were covered with red blood. She was on the verge of collapse, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"No, mother, have you forgotten how Billy died? Fred had the people of Lincolnshire backing him up, and the sheriffs were all with him, and it ain't no use calling the police, mother."

Emily is much stronger than her mother, she picks up the dropped gun again

The girl began to examine her gun.

This gun was left to her by her brother.

Holding a gun, she looked into the distance, where the sky and the earth meet, where the grass stretches and sways with the wind.

A girl in a skirt was running wildly, followed by two older boys.

"Emily, don't run away, if your clothes get dirty again, Dad will scold you." The boy in overalls shouted at the girl with a doting look on his face.

"You dare to teach her to shoot, and you are afraid that Uncle James will blame you?" Another young man wearing a blue cowboy hat walked beside him and said to him.

The boy in the overalls smiled and put his hands on his waist, just like his father.

The two quietly watched the girl running against the wind on the grass, like a nimble pronghorn.

"Billy, I heard that Crook's cavalry regiment is recruiting, and the sheriff has recommended you. When are you going?" The young man wearing a blue cowboy hat suddenly asked.

Billy froze for a moment, then bent down to pick up a small clod on the ground, and threw it far away.

"I'm not going," he said, laughing. "I have to help Papa. The ranch is too busy to get away."

"That's a pity. Your marksmanship is the best among the young men in the county." The boy sighed.

"What about you, Pylor?" Billy asked suddenly. "When are you leaving?"

"How do you know that I'm going too?" The boy named Paile looked stunned. He couldn't remember when he told his best friend the news.

He originally planned to give Billy a surprise on the day of departure, pack his bags together, and ride horses in the army and gallop west together.

"Emily told me." Billy smiled at Pile mysteriously, as if he had revealed some secret of his.

Pile still wanted to defend something, but was interrupted by Emily's voice in front of him.

The girl turned her head, gently smoothed the hair that was blown on her face by the wind, and shouted at them: "Brother! Paile! What are you doing? Come quickly, there is a hill in front of us. Let's practice guns there!"

After finishing speaking, he lifted his skirt again and ran forward quickly.

The two boys stopped communicating with each other, and they quickly followed, for fear that the girl would fall and get hurt.

……

It was getting darker, and the sky was starting to see dark clouds not often seen in New Mexico.

Emily recovered from the memory, she bit her lip, and clenched the gun in her hand.

"I won't be afraid of them. When my brother was around, they didn't dare to set foot on this ranch. Now that he's dead, I'm still here!"

Goatee James rediscovered his daughter for the first time, and he suddenly realized that his daughter had grown up and was no longer the little girl who followed his brother every day.

But he still shook his head:
"Emily, you and mom go back to the house to pack up your things. I'll ask Uncle Howard to send you off later, so you can hide at Grandpa's place first."

Father James waved at Howard, beckoning him to come to his side, and confessing something to him.

The two turned their backs to the direction of the crowd. Chen Jianqiu knew that most of them were explaining the funeral.

But the loyal cowboy seemed to have a disagreement with his employer, and the two got into an argument.

"I should have stayed with you."

"No, you are my old buddy, the person I trust the most. I need you to protect my wife and children, which is more important to me." Father James insisted.

He pointed to the injured cowboys: "You take them with you."

Afterwards, he said to the other cowboys: "If you want to leave, you can ask for it now, I won't force it."

The cowboys looked at each other in blank dismay. They knew that this might be a losing battle, and they might end up here too.

Several people spread their hands to James and walked to their horses. They rode on the horses and prepared to leave:

"Sorry, James, Fred has too many people, and we have to support our family, so we don't want to die. I can only wish you luck."

Instead of blocking them, James waved them goodbye.

Soon there were only five or six cowboys around him, all around James' age, old bachelors, who had followed James a long time ago and were going to die with him now.

Chen Jianqiu stayed where he was.

James turned around, saw the Chinese, and remembered his promise.

He said to a cowboy next to him, "Go find two pack horses and put a flatbed cart on this gentleman."

The cowboy nodded and left, but Chen Jianqiu did not leave.

"Is there anything else, sir?" James asked strangely.

"Why didn't you evacuate with us?"

The middle-aged man is as stubborn as his goatee: "This is where I grew up, it's all I have, and I will work hard to protect it"

"Okay, I understand." Chen Jianqiu turned and walked towards the warehouse.

After a while, Chen Jianqiu's carriage was loaded, and the old cowboy carefully covered the back of the carriage with a layer of canvas to prevent the rain.

Chen Jianqiu was sitting on the driver's seat of the carriage, holding the rein in his hand. He raised his head and saw Father James at the door. He was just about to say something.

Father James waved to him: "Sir, I wish you a good journey."

Suddenly, Emily appeared at the door of the warehouse, followed by Howard.

"James, Emily doesn't want to go." Howard said helplessly.

"Listen to Dad, hurry up and leave with Uncle Howard, you are my only child!" James said, going to pull his daughter.

Emily ducked.

"Let Uncle Howard protect Mommy and leave. As I said, I want to stay and fight side by side with you, Dad." Emily said firmly.

It seems that both the father and the daughter have a bad temper, they are not a family, and they will not enter a family.

James wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Chen Jianqiu.

"It seems that none of us can leave for the time being. Take a look outside."

Outside at this time, the sky had completely darkened, and the wind picked up, making the flags on the pasture flutter.

The dark clouds in the sky are layer upon layer, rolling continuously.

Under the dark clouds, dozens of horses appeared, as well as cowboys in full armor.

The storm is coming.

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