America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 158 Sheriff Pile's Persistence

James didn't take a few steps, and stopped when he heard this sentence.

He turned around, his hands trembling slightly, he didn't know if it was because of the fight just now, or because of the anger now.

"Pile! Do you know what you're talking about? Don't you open your eyes! What's going on here?" He yelled at the sheriff who was the same age as his dead son.

"My house was burned! My sheep were killed! My relatives were hurt!" The rancher's eyes were on fire, "Do you want to go inside the house! Raymond is dead! Blitz is dead! Howard's leg is broken! They all watched you grow up!"

"I can't tell what happened here now. People on both sides died. This is a private fight within the jurisdiction." Pile was expressionless.

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

"I will collect evidence on the spot." Pile walked to James's side and said softly, "Don't make me too difficult, uncle."

"Dad, it goes without saying, let's go." Emily looked at the corpse being carried out of the house, as well as her mother.

At this time, Mrs. James has woken up under the rescue of the doctor and is sitting on a wooden pier at the door to rest.

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

A dozen or so armed law enforcement officers came up, and the leader held a rope in his hand, looking a little hesitant.

"What are you doing with the rope!" Paile reprimanded sharply when he turned his head and saw the rope.

The police officer shivered in fright, quickly put away the rope in his hand, muttered a bit, and walked towards the people in front of the house.

He hesitated how to speak.

However, the people in front of the ranch didn't embarrass him. They didn't have any intention of resisting. The fierce battle just now had exhausted their energy.

They got into the carriage which the police officer had found for them.

"Sir! There's still someone here!" Suddenly, a law enforcement officer shouted from the warehouse.

The police officer and his companions were surveying the scene around the warehouse, where the bodies of Fred's people were lying in different ways.

"It's too miserable." The police officer shook his head, "This shot is too accurate."

The companions behind also agreed: "In Lincolnshire, the only ones who can do this are Billy the Kid and our officer."

"Shut up! What nonsense are you talking about?" Hearing this, the police officer glared at his companion, "Are you trying to say that our chief has the ability to clone himself, or that Billy the Kid is not dead at all?"

After saying these words, both of them suddenly felt a chill behind their backs.

Because they evaluated it, it seems that the possibility of the latter situation is higher.

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

The two raised their guns sharply and aimed at the warehouse.

There was really a person in the warehouse, standing beside a cart, as if sorting something.When he saw them, he waved and said hello to them.

"Oh, you guys are here, you scared me to death just now."

Chen Jianqiu originally planned to go to the stable to run silently with the set of horses, but just as he walked out the door, he heard Paile's words, so he backed away.

Then it was seen by these two goods.

Seeing that they were an honest Chinese who could speak English, the two felt relieved when they mentioned it.

They put down their guns and reported to Pile.

Soon, Sergeant Pile appeared at the door of the warehouse, but what he saw made him very angry.

On the seat of the cart was an open wooden box containing two rows of cigars.

The top row is missing two.

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

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

The two police officers looked at each other, wondering whether to throw away the cigar in their hands or return it to Chen Jiaqiu.

"It's not in the way, it's not in the way, haha, it's just two cigars." Chen Jianqiu greeted him with a smile.

The box of cigars belonged to Holmes, and its origin was in Connecticut. The geologist found this thing in the grocery store and found it like a treasure.

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

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

"I think I've seen you."

"Yeah, yes, Sergeant Pile, we met yesterday at the grocery store in Lincolnshire." Chen Jianqiu nodded repeatedly.

"Why are you here?" the sheriff asked suspiciously. "Where are the other two people? That black man and an old man."

He was very impressed with Sean, and the old man naturally meant Holmes who was prematurely decrepit.

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

He told Pile about being robbed by robbers yesterday, being rescued by Emily's people, and coming to this ranch when his car broke down. Of course, he also concealed the link of his own actions.

"It was raining heavily outside just now, and there were gunshots everywhere. You know, Sheriff, I'm a timid person, and I almost died of fright." Chen Jianqiu covered his heart with a look of lingering fear.

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

"It's in the warehouse, Sheriff." Chen Jianqiu looked innocent, and he pointed to the cart, "It's right behind the cart."

The sheriff glanced at Chen Jianqiu's dry clothes and trousers, and nodded: "Then please come with us to the Lincoln County Sheriff's Office."

"I also need to go?"

"Well, yes, just follow me for a while, and understand the situation, there should be no big problem on your side," Paile said.

Chen Jianqiu thought for a while.

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

"Okay, you can go to the stables to find two horses, put them on, and follow us," Sergeant Pile said.

An hour later the procession back to Lincolnshire set off.

The team didn't move fast, Sergeant Paile led two people at the front, and behind them was a carriage carrying everyone from the ranch.

The carriage was driven by Papa James, keeping a long distance from the sheriff in front.

Several law enforcement officers surrounded them, saying that they were protecting their safety, but everyone in the ranch didn't seem to appreciate it, and they didn't say a word on the road.

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

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

The tune is sad.

Paile, who was immediately ahead, heard this piece of music, and felt something deep in his heart was being torn apart piece by piece.

However, he did not turn his head, but continued to remain silent, moving forward slowly.

At the rear followed a long line of Fred's men, strung forward by ropes.

These old fritters did not hang their heads down, and each of them had a kind of rejoicing for the rest of their lives after the festival.

Anyway, going to prison is commonplace for them, it is as simple as going home, and they will be locked up for a few days at most and released again.

Compared with entering the prison cell, the sheep pen is the lingering shadow of their life. Compared with their colleagues lying there, they are much luckier.

However, what they didn't know was that the shadow umbra was driving the carriage leisurely at the end of the team.

It's not that Chen Jianqiu didn't think about slipping away halfway, this tossing was a waste of time, he could have returned to Geronimo's station yesterday, and they could continue to set off after waiting for Camilla.

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

If they leave halfway or arouse Pile's suspicion, they may be in trouble at that time.

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

If it doesn't work, try to leave.

If it's just these law enforcement officers in Lincolnshire, if he really wants to leave, no one should be able to stop him.

It was evening when the team reached Lincolnshire.

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

It turned out that what he saw before was not all.

It turned out to be the private residence of the former Sheriff Brady. The sheriff took corruption as his criterion and took bribes as his own responsibility.

So it was confiscated by the successor Sheriff Pile and transformed into a cell and a temporary place when necessary.

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

Fred's people were taken into the cell, while the people in James Ranch were placed in different rooms. Although the treatment was different, there was no difference in essence, and their freedom was temporarily restricted.

Peller will conduct questioning and await the results of on-site evidence collection.

When he finished his work and walked back to the office opposite to him, he found that there was already a person waiting for him at the door.

It was Fred's lawyer, Alexander McSwain.

Lawyers are a very promising profession in the west at this time. Every well-known person in the west like Fred will more or less face some disputes over contracts or land ownership.

Sometimes they will choose to use guns, but more often they will hand them over to these lawyers.

Legal and illegal, they all have them.

"Sir, as Mr. Fred's lawyer, I hope you can treat my client fairly." The lawyer sat opposite the sheriff.

"How did you know this news?" Pile raised his head and glanced at him.He was very surprised that this lawyer appeared just after he returned to Lincolnshire.

Fred hadn't woken up yet.

"I need to see my client." The lawyer avoided the question and directly made his request.

If you were replaced by other sheriffs in the west, you would definitely scoff at this request.

But Pile is different. He firmly believes in procedural justice and regards it as the standard of practice.

He glanced at the lawyer and said to him:

"Then come with me."

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