America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 331 Goodbye, Detective

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

People in the east will say that he is a robber who robs trains and banks, and kills without batting an eye; Dickenson in the southern states will tell you that he is a hero who resisted the Union;
Some people at the bottom will worship him, thinking that he is a grand thief who robs the rich and gives to the poor, while most of the people who have been robbed by him will hate him to the bone.

Everyone's position is different, so there are different opinions on his evaluation.

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

She never cared what he did outside, only knew that he bought a pasture for herself near Dodge City.

The old lady is almost 60 years old this year, and she still works on the ranch day after day.

She milked the cows and delivered the calves. In her spare time, she sat at the gate of the house, mending clothes and looking into the distance.

It's just that she didn't quite understand why her son couldn't live in the big pasture and insisted on staying in the wilderness.

"Jack!" she called to a cowboy who was shoveling manure not far from him.

After a while, the old lady came out of the house, holding a pile of washed clothes in her hand.

Everyone looked in the direction he pointed, and found thick smoke billowing from the direction of the pasture.

Jesse James came out through the door.

"The same question, where is Jesse James hiding?" The detective's intuition made him judge that there might not be any valuable information squeezed out of this old lady.

Apparently, Jesse James wasn't at the ranch.

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

Tom, keep your mouth shut.

And on the other side.

"This bitch bit me!" Tom stretched out his hand to Donovan angrily.

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

"Then set it on fire." Donovan had a grin on his face. "I know him. If he is really around, he will definitely come."

She turned and walked into the house.

Jeffries was ecstatic in his heart.

After Jeffries handed the clothes to Jesse James, he turned his head and prepared to go back.

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

Blood flowed from the corner of the woman's mouth, and her crying became even more shrill.

Who on earth leaked the location of his ranch?

The magazine was empty, and there were two dead cowboys on the farm floor.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Jeffries kicked the horse's belly hard, and prepared to drive away.

The old lady stood up, picked up the clothes in her hands, looked back and forth, and then put the clothes on the stool she was sitting on just now.

It seemed that the old lady was finally going to tell herself where Jesse James was hiding.

Jeffries dismounted and walked while observing the surrounding terrain, so that he could inform White to bring someone next time.

"Don't shoot, I'm here to deliver clothes." Jeffries held up a pile of clothes in his hand for the people in the room to see.

One cowboy was shot in the leg and fell to the ground on the spot, and the other saw that the situation was not good, so he let go of his legs and ran towards the stable.

But James and Carson's gunmen reacted faster, and they fired quickly.

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

Didn't White say that he will not act for the time being?
But then, he saw Jesse's eyes.

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

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

"Oh, look at my memory, I forgot that you are new here." The old lady rubbed her forehead.

But his expression didn't change, it was still so dull and dazed.

The two cowboys glanced at each other, began to move their feet, and then walked towards the stable in three steps and two turns.

"James, this is not what it used to be. We need to unite. You can see our sincerity. Dodge City can provide you with shelter."

The location here is very remote, not on the path that pedestrians must pass through, and the grass is not very rich, so there are very few strangers coming over.

The other two cowboys did not dare to act rashly. They raised their hands, because the barrels of the guns of the detectives who rushed in were almost stuffed into their mouths.

"Who is that man?" A cowboy who was repairing the cowshed straightened up and looked into the distance.

Jeffries, aliased as "Jack", heard someone calling him, straightened up, threw the dung fork aside, wiped his hands on his clothes, and walked towards the old lady.

Jesse James looked sullen.

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

Both cowboys shook their heads.

The conversation inside stopped suddenly, and then came the sound of drawing a gun.

"Didn't I tell you not to come here recently?"

Jesse James' eyes widened. His mother was always careful, and he never believed it was a natural fire.

This young man named "Jack" came to the ranch not long ago. He is dull and not talkative, but he is very hardworking and strict in doing things, which is very popular with the old lady.

"My son is not a criminal!"

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

Jeffries knew them all, Dodger gang shooters, Crooked Neck Carson, Bull Steve, Handsome Kid Nicholson, and a few others.

His gun was on the box.

So he changed his goal.

Donovan said nothing.

After finding out that he was an employee of his ranch, he frowned:
"How do you know it's here?"

"Jesse, your ranch!"

"Then, what if he keeps hiding and doesn't come back?" Tom continued to ask, "I'm afraid we don't have that much time, and White found out that he came back to mess with our plan."

"Don't worry, only a few of us know about this place. Detective Pinkerton appeared in Dodge City recently, so let me see if you need help here."

And inside the house, there was a voice of conversation.

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

Jeffries hesitated for a moment, but still walked towards the door of the house.

"Ambush until Jesse James returns," Donovan said.

He shook his head.

He stepped forward and fired two shots at each of the two men on the ground.

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

Tom and the rest of the detectives burst into the house, and within moments, a woman's scream was heard from the house.

The cowboy was shot and fell.

Jeffries took the clothes handed to him by the old lady and rode towards Jesse James' hiding place.

They really don't know.

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

"Is that Jessie?" She couldn't see clearly.

"Are you talking about it? Why are there so many questions?" Donovan's patience was finally exhausted by Tom, and he yelled at his partner.

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

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

However, before they could take a few steps, gunshots rang out behind them.

"Your son, where is Jesse James hiding?" Donovan ignored Tom, but asked the old lady directly, "He is a criminal. We are arresting him. I hope you will not cover up and treat him like this." not good."

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

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

A few people dressed in cowboys came out of the cabin.

"Your mother told me," Jeffries replied.

"You can go," he said to the two cowboys.

The old lady also stopped her work and narrowed her eyes.

Donovan looked around, and found that the informant who connected with White before was not here.

But before he took a few steps, Jesse's voice suddenly sounded from behind:

"Stay where you are and don't move!" Donovan took the lead in charging into the pasture with his gun in hand. "Whoever moves first will die first!"

"If you don't come here, it will help me the most."

"What if he chooses to run away directly, or is he not nearby?"

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

She told Jeffries the exact location, and then stuffed the clothes into his hands, showing a kind smile:

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

Jesse glanced at the clothes on the employee's hands, and was silent for a while: "Bring the things here, you can go back."

That's when Jesse James' sister started screaming, her voice echoing through wounds throughout the ranch.

Carson snorted: "Jesse, don't be stupid, if we did it, you would be dead by now!"

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

However, when the group of people approached the ranch, the expression on the cowboy's face changed.

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

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

Only one person at the ranch had been to town during this time!

In the distance, a group of people appeared.

It seems that this is not the first time she has seen such a formation.

Something happened to my ranch!

He looked at Jeffries.

"It's Detective Pinkerton!" he shouted, rushing to a box by the side of the cowpen.

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

A few shots fired and Jeffries was shot and fell off his horse.

Jesse James took an ax from the house and approached the Pinkerton detective.

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

The ax cut down, and blood spattered.

(End of this chapter)