America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 285 Gunshots at "OK" Farm
In Tombstone, hearing gunshots is a common occurrence.

But under normal circumstances, there will be three or four gunshots at most.

People generally don't tear their faces in town.

Therefore, heads-up is common, but group fights are not common.

Today, the residents living in Tombstone Town were fortunate enough to hear the firecrackers.

The first person who couldn't help it was a tall and thin man in a light blue jacket next to Ike, who pulled the trigger directly because he was too nervous.

The shot hit the ground directly, but it opened the prelude to the gun battle.

Before he could reset the hammer, Sergeant Wyatt shot him in the stomach.

The shotgun in Morgan's hand sprayed out almost at the same time, knocking down a cowboy opposite on the spot, and he himself was shot in the arm, and his hand dropped.

All of a sudden, gunshots broke out in the "OK" farm.

The warring parties began to look for nearby bunkers while firing at each other.

"Damn it, Virgil, I've been shot!" Morgan yelled to his brother next to him, leaning against a wooden box.

And his brother's situation was not much better, his hat was blown off and he was covered in black mud.

Virgil just quickly finished firing the bullets in his gun, but missed a single shot.

But when they looked at the opposite side, they realized that the casualties on Ike's side were much heavier.

The doctor got angry.

With two silver revolvers in hand, he took out both cowboys in the split second of the firefight, then fired a third and a fourth as he ran toward cover.

Two more people lay down on the ground.

The doctor's record in the first round: one injury and three deaths.

In addition to Wyatt and Morgan abolishing two each, Ike has lost six people.

It's a one-sided showdown thanks to the Doctor.

The only person at the scene who did not seek cover was Wyatt. The sides of his clothes were scratched by bullets, but none of the bullets hit him.

He was shooting at Ike who was hiding in the corner of the wall, beating the yellow-haired cowboy until he dared not show his head:
"Bastard! Come on! Do you dare to challenge me?" The sheriff shot and approached the corner with full momentum.

"Let's go, there's nothing to see."

Not far away, Chen Jianqiu poured the unfinished melon seeds into his pocket, turned around and walked towards the town.

Holiday was a gifted marksman, he confirmed it, and he was a little surprised that Sheriff Wyatt was unscathed.

This is a bit mystical.

Sometimes, luck may also be part of ability.

These two people, even if they faced the Collins cowboys who were twice as big as themselves, they would be devastated.

After the first round, Ike glanced at the corpse on the ground, and he was half sober from the wine.

The bullets in the gun were also finished.

He knew he was doomed here.

So, when the sheriff approached the corner, Ike jumped out from behind and slammed into Wyatt.

The sheriff was hit hard and took two steps back.

The remaining three cowboys also stood up and fought back against the sheriff.

"Bang!" Virgil finally hit his first shot of the day, but at the same time, he was also shot in the leg.

Holiday filled in another.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the remaining one took the road and fled.

Ike ran faster than him.

After knocking the sheriff off his center of gravity, he ran away without any intention of continuing to fight.

The sheriff wanted to chase him, but he was stopped by Holiday who was catching up. He pointed to Virgil who was lying on the ground and Morgan who was holding his arm.

"Stop chasing, it's over, Wyatt."

As the sheriff of the town, Bihan arrived late with a few volunteers at this time.

"Give me the gun, Wyatt." Standing a few meters away from the sheriff, he said cautiously.

Wyatt looked at his boss in disbelief: "These people are criminals! I'm maintaining law and order!"

"Give me the gun, Wyatt, and you, Mr. Holiday!" Beehan's expression turned serious.

He winked at the volunteers with guns.

The volunteers exchanged glances, and raised their guns after hesitation.

Wyatt chose to go with Holiday in the end, throwing the gun over, along with his two older brothers.

"You made it too big this time." Bihan then approached the sheriff and shook his head, "Take your brothers and get out of here first."

"You don't really believe that bastard's nonsense, do you?" The disarmed Wyatt put his arms around his hips and looked down at his superior, "Listen, Bihan, I did all this to protect Order in this town."

"Why don't you take a look at what you've done?" Bihan sighed.

The sheriff raised his head and looked around.

There were cowboys lying all over the ground, some wounded and moaning, others motionless and dead.

From a safe distance, many residents of the town stretched their necks to watch. Their faces showed suspicion and fear.

"We hired you as the sheriff, not to let you kill people in the town." Bihan said to Wyatt in a deep voice, "Go back and treat your two brothers' injuries first, and I will take care of the rest things."

The town quickly returned to its former bustling appearance.

People continued to talk about the silver mines, but now they had another topic to talk about, which was the fire at OK Farm and Sheriff Wyatt.

"It was too violent! Six people died instantly. I always thought that guy from Kansas was not a good guy."

"But the other party is the 'Collinth Cowboy'. They do all kinds of bad things. Wyatt did it for the sake of the town."

"Fuck, he can take other methods, for example, hand over their guns and put them in jail. Instead of killing them directly."

"Are you telling the truth about what the yellow-haired man said?"

"Who knows? Nine out of ten are reliable. Who can refuse twenty-five thousand dollars? Wyatt's death must have something to do with this."

"Yeah, it's too scary. I was nearby at the time. The bullet doesn't have eyes. Who knows if it will hurt innocent people."

……

In the lobby of the hotel, Chen Jianqiu drank coffee and listened to the discussions among the people in the lobby.

He put down his coffee cup, and said to Sean and Hanif who were on the same table, "Let's go after getting the notice of the case closure tomorrow."

"Chen! You are here!" Mark Twain walked in through the door.

He held an envelope in his hand, which was quite thick, and he didn't know what it contained.

The writer sat down opposite Chen Jianqiu.

"Chen, I remember you said you were going to San Francisco?" he asked.

"Yes." Chen Jianqiu nodded.

"When to set off?"

"It's probably only these two days, when we finish dealing with yesterday's matter."

"Then can you do me a favor?" The writer put the envelope in his hand on the table and pushed it to Chen Jianqiu, "Can you help me take these manuscripts to a man named Joseph Pulitzer."

"He is the boss of "Express Post". This is the draft I promised him. He should be on vacation in San Francisco recently." The writer took out a piece of paper from his pocket with the address written on it.

"Okay." Chen Jianqiu took the envelope and stuffed it into his clothes.

Night fell.

In one of the town taverns, Wyatt and his brothers, and Holiday, sat at a table, drinking and playing cards, as usual.

"I might win." Morgan, with thick gauze bound on his arm, held the cards in one hand.

"Are you sure you can play cards with one hand and drink at the same time?" Virgil's situation was not much better than his brother, and he had a cane on the edge of his seat.

"I heard that the town plans to sue us. I don't know if it's true or not." Holiday said, looking at the cards in his hand.

Wyatt was silent.

These days, he has been tortured by the gossip in the town.

He wanted to defend himself, but Holiday told him it was useless.

"Sue us? Why? Kill people?" Morgan snorted.

Virgil sighed: "However, it seems that the people here no longer trust us."

"Why don't we leave? I heard that many people went to California." Morgan put down the cards in his hand and put forward his own suggestion.

"No, we're not going anywhere. If we leave here, it's equivalent to running away, and we'll be confirming those rumors." Wyatt, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke.

"I'm not going to back down just like that."

He raised his wine glass to his brother and old friend.

The cups of several other people also raised their hands.

"Tombstone Town!"

"Tombstone Town!"

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(End of this chapter)