America 1881: Legend of the West

It’s another winter morning.

As the sun rises, the surface temperature gradually recovers, but people who step out of the gate can still see white mist when they exhale.

Sheriff Pile came out of the house as usual. Go to the Sheriff's Office on horseback.

He had hardly had a good night's sleep during this period, first from Fred, then from Leonard, and there was also a gang named Santa Cruz in the town.

Almost every day, people come to the police station to report crimes and complain to the famous Sheriff Pilot about the atrocities committed by gangs, hoping that the Sheriff can deliver justice for them.

He would occasionally catch one or two people.

But this doesn't change anything at all.

He couldn't take Miles and two people into the gang's stronghold to arrest people.

Pile felt powerless and deeply depressed. He even began to doubt whether he had chosen this path in the first place.

People live in hope. When old hopes are realized or extinguished, the flames of new hopes burn.

But now, Pyle can't see any hope.

Just as he wandered around the last corner, he suddenly found that the entrance of the police station was very busy, and a large group of townspeople gathered there.

"Why are there so many people so early in the morning?"

Pile approached the crowd with doubts, but what he saw in front of him surprised him.

In the center of the crowd, about ten people were kneeling.

Their clothes were stripped off, their bodies were tied tightly with ropes, and their mouths were stuffed with rags. Most of them were frozen to death, and only the middle one was still struggling.

That man had more "clothes" than the others. A black cloth bag was placed over his head, with a cross spray-painted on it with white paint.

The onlookers pointed at them.

These people, turned into ashes, are known to the residents of the town. They are all the "heroes" of the Santa Cruz Gang who usually dominate the town.

Seeing the miserable condition of these people, they all clapped their hands and applauded.

Some people couldn't bear it anymore and rushed up to punch and kick the person lying on the ground, while other townspeople who had been bullied also followed.

"Stop it!" Pile shouted.

But no one paid attention to him, and the townspeople beat him even more fiercely. Some of them were not enough, and they were ready to go home and get weapons.

"Snapped!"

Sheriff Pilot fired a shot into the sky, causing the irritable townspeople to stop what they were doing.

He separated from the crowd, squeezed in, and walked up to one of the Santa Cruz gang members who was beaten half to death.

A note was inserted between the rope on the man's back and his body.

Pyler pulled out the note.

There is only one sentence written above:

"Chief Pilot: Your gift."

The signature is longer than the main text: The famous thief - Thiago Gonzalez Maute Santiago Sebastian Rodrigo Selmo Mendel

On a tree by a river outside the town, three corpses were hung in a row, like dried sausages.

Three women stood in front of the tree. They picked up stones from the ground and threw them at the body.

After venting their anger, the women knelt on the ground and prayed toward the river.

"Sisters, never forget our benefactor, Mr. Chen!"

The criminals were brought to justice, the Santa Cruz Gang was destroyed, and peace returned to Lincoln County once again.

Pilot was satisfied, hope had been rekindled in his life; Scott was satisfied, far away in Santa Fe, he received a political donation signed as Leonard, and he knew that great things had been decided in Lincoln County;

In front of Abiot, he could not hide his admiration for Chen Jianqiu at all.

His vision is indeed unique.

Therefore, when Abiot relayed a request from Chen Jianqiu to him, he agreed without even thinking about it.

Chen Jianqiu asked Abiot to give him a thick list of names, with some Chinese names on it.

He hopes that the state court can grant these people the status of American citizens. The procedure must be completed quickly and before April.

For this reason, the reason given by Chen Jianqiu was that he needed to use political means to drive Standard Oil out of Roswell as soon as possible.

Scott smiled.

People without desires are not easy to control. What he likes about Chen Jianqiu is that this Chinese is also a careerist.

"You go back and tell him that if he wants to be the mayor of Roswell or Lincoln County, I can make it happen." Scott said.

After hearing this, Chen Jianqiu laughed it off.

Anyone can be the mayor, as long as that person's surname is Chen.

The residents of Lincoln County are living as usual, and merchants traveling from north to south still use this place as an important trading place close to the U.S.-Mexico border.

But they still found some changes in the town. One was that there were more yellow-skinned Chinese people. These Chinese people could speak some English and were willing to communicate with them.

Most of them work on the ranches around Lincoln County, and the owner of the ranch is the famous Mr. Chen before.

However, since that incident, Mr. Chen has been extremely low-key and has almost never appeared in the town.

The second change is that many tanker carriages transporting refined oil often appear in the town, and every time they appear, there is a convoy.

Mr. Meyer, general manager of Standard Oil's Roswell oil field and refinery, had a headache.

The construction of the originally negotiated railway from Albuquerque to Roswell was halted due to a vicious armed conflict, and it is unclear when it will be restarted.

To this end, Rockefeller personally wrote a letter to the governor of New Mexico, hoping to stop the endless investigation of the Santa Fe Railroad Company.

However, the governor said this was Albuquerque's matter and that he and the state judiciary had no right to intervene.

When Mr. Rockefeller sent his lawyer, he wanted to help Blake win the lawsuit and resume the construction of the railway as soon as possible.

The next day, black-and-white photos of oil tycoon Rockefeller and railroad tycoon Blake appeared on the front pages of newspapers in Albuquerque and Santa Fe.

Titled as:

Shady stories and deals—Cleveland oil bandits with ulterior motives show up in New Mexico.

For a time, adjectives such as "complicit" and "Rockefeller's lackey" were added to the relationship between Blake and Rockefeller.

The mayor of Albuquerque gave a speech in front of the city hall that day. He said to his supporters: Many of Rockefeller's actions hindered the impartiality of justice, and his hand was stretched too long.

Unexpectedly, Rockefeller was met with disgrace in New Mexico. After cursing "It's a remote country and unreasonable," he continued to work on his affairs in the East.

The Standard Oil Trust, which he founded at the beginning of the year, still had a lot of trouble to deal with.

Therefore, Meyer had to choose to use a tanker truck to drag the refined oil to Albuquerque, and then transport it out by rail from Albuquerque.

This has caused shipping costs to skyrocket.

In addition, Roswell is too remote, supplies are in short supply, and prices are extremely high.

This left the Roswell refinery with no profits on its books.

Every time Meyer looked at the report, he looked sad.

If not making money, what on earth are they coming to Roswell for? Revitalize the local economy?

The most outrageous thing is that even this reluctant transportation method has encountered great trouble.

No, one morning in early March, Meyer, wearing a suit, appeared angrily at the door of the Lincoln County Sheriff's Office.

He rushed into the office and threw a document on the table in front of Peller.

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