America 1881: Legend of the West

In the middle of the night, in a cemetery outside the town.

There are two new graves at the edge of the cemetery.

Because of the rush of time, there was no tombstone in front of the grave, only a wooden cross.

On the cross, two black hats were hung, which were the ones Morgan and Virgil wore most often during their lifetimes.

A dim lantern hung on a tree beside the grave, vaguely reflecting the faces of the two people in front of the grave.

"Wyatt, Morgan and Virgil deserve a decent burial. Maybe we shouldn't bury them in such a hurry." Holiday inserted the shovel into the ground and sighed.

"My father said to me, ashes return to ashes, soil returns to earth. Only in the soil can the souls of the dead find rest." Wyatt stared at the cross, his voice low and hoarse.

"Besides, I don't know how long I can live," he said.

Holiday looked at another pit next to the two graves and said nothing.

After Behan left, he and Wyatt knocked on the door of the carpenter's house overnight.

When they mentioned that they needed to make three coffins overnight, the carpenter thought they were crazy and was about to curse and close the door.

But when he saw the dollar bills in Wyatt's hand, he hesitated:

"There are a few ready-made coffins. Do you want to take a look?"

It is a normal thing for people to die with tombstones, so the carpenter actually has a few ready-made emergency coffins.

They hired several miners with a lot of money and dug three pits in the cemetery.

Two buried Morgan and Virgil, and the other was prepared by Wyatt for himself.

"When are you going to find Ike?" Holiday asked.

"Tomorrow." Wyatt put his hat back on his head.

This account will never end.

The next morning, Wyatt, fully armed, appeared in the grocer's store.

"Hansen, we have faced evil together and defeated them, so I beg you, fight side by side with me again, okay?"

Wyatt stood in front of the counter, took a deep breath, and said to the bearded boss.

Hansen stopped what he was doing and looked at the police chief in front of him, his expression a little hesitant.

"Hansen! Where's the broom at home? Damn it! Which bastard pooped in our yard?"

From the back of the house came the sound of Hansen's wife cursing.

Hansen shrugged helplessly towards the Sheriff: "Sorry, Wyatt!"

Ten minutes later, Wyatt appeared in the Old Oak Tavern.

"Joseph, I need your help. Ike attacked your tavern. Give me a helping hand and I can destroy them."

He said to the tavern owner with a glimmer of hope.

Joseph looked at Wyatt with sympathy and shook his head: "I'm sorry that something like this happened, Wyatt. However, Behan made it very clear that if I really follow you to kill them, then I will Get on the bounty list.”

"It's all over, Wyatt. You killed his people, and he killed yours. Bihan doesn't want the situation to get more serious." The tavern owner said to the police chief seriously.

Wyatt didn't respond to his words and left the tavern without saying a word.

He also found some people who he thought might help him. Some of these people had been robbed by "Corinthian cowboys" but were saved by him; some were retired veterans who were usually full of martial virtue.

Wyatt even tried using money to hire some farmers with guns.

But without exception, these people rejected him, and some were not even willing to see him.

At noon, almost no one passed by the town entrance.

Wyatt sat under the big tree at the entrance of the town, holding a bottle of wine in his hand and staring at the ground in front of him.

Under the scorching sun, a few ants passed by in a hurry, trying to carry their food to a shady place.

He was a little confused. Was everything he had done for this town wiped out just because of a gun battle with a cowboy?

But no matter what, this revenge must be avenged.

The Sheriff made his decision.

Be prepared to go alone, even if you die.

"Wyatt, you found so many people, why didn't you find me?"

A voice came from behind the tree.

Wyatt stood up and turned his head to look behind him.

Four people and four horses galloped over.

Holiday turned over and dismounted, smiled at him and said, "Are you afraid that I will hand you over to Bihan?"

Wyatt stepped forward and gave him a big hug, saying apologetically: "Old friend, I just want someone to collect the body for me."

"The residents of this town have never been grateful to you. They are just afraid of the violence at your hands." Chen Jianqiu said behind Holiday.

Wyatt raised his head, glanced at Holiday, and then at Chen Jianqiu.

"I met Mr. Chen on the way here, and he decided to come with me." Holiday let go of the police chief and pointed at Chen Jianqiu and said to him.

"Mr. Chen, are you sure you want to get involved in this matter? The enemies we have to face are not good people. There are many of them." Wyatt looked at Chen Jianqiu and said,

"There must be revenge. If the law cannot solve the problem, we use guns." Chen Jianqiu patted Winchester on his horse. "No matter who wants those gangsters to pay the price, I, Chen Jianqiu, will definitely help."

Wyatt, Holiday, including Hanif and Sean behind Chen Jianqiu, all laughed.

The five of them got on their horses and galloped towards the wasteland.

"Where can we find Ike?" Sean asked on the horse.

"I know some strongholds of the Corinthian Cowboys. The factions within their gang are relatively complicated. I'm not sure where he is now." Wyatt replied.

"Then let's ask one by one." Chen Jianqiu said.

Hansbrugger Ranch is located south of Tombstone, one step away from the border.

The pasture here is not very good, so the original owner of the pasture has abandoned it long ago.

The ranch now belongs to a gang of horse thieves.

They used it as a base from which to transport stolen horses from all over Arizona, and then transport them to New Mexico or directly out of the country.

No new horses were delivered today, and the seven or eight people guarding the pasture were bored, hiding under the barn, drinking and bragging.

"Hey, did you hear that? That kid Ike killed the police officer in this town."

"Who did you listen to?"

"I was drinking in town last night, and then I heard gunshots outside. I ran out and saw that idiot Virgil lying on the ground."

"You didn't give him a shot? I've been unhappy with that guy for a long time. He should have died long ago, as well as his brother, Deputy Sheriff Wyatt."

"No matter where he was, he was dead. With five or six guns waiting for him, he was beaten into a hornet's nest."

"Then Wyatt can just let it go? That guy is a vengeful guy. Ike is in bad luck now."

"Hey, what does it have to do with us whether they die or not? Let's just watch the show."