America 1881: Legend of the West

It was Holmes who opened the door for Malik. The difference from last time was that this time he turned sideways and let Malik in.

"Don't panic, drink some water and speak slowly." Chen Jianqiu handed a cup to the panicked farmer, but his other hand did not leave the half of the bear's paw in his bowl.

He was wondering whether it would be better to eat the fragrant meat in the middle of the bear's paws first, or the bears' fingers first.

Malik had no intention of drinking water, so he put the cup back on the table.

"When I saw the mounted police officers arriving, I ran back first while they were not paying attention."

"Ah."

"But when I got close to the door of my house, I found that something seemed to have happened at home. So I didn't dare to go in directly."

"Well, pick the important one."

"The position of the farm tools in front of my house has been moved, and there is one less sheep in the pen. The most important thing is that my wife and little Tom are not outside."

"Yeah." Chen Jianqiu was still lowering his head to taste the bear paws in his bowl. He was not interested in these trivial matters at all.

Malik was anxious and his voice was trembling:

"Chen! Someone entered my home! They probably kidnapped my wife and children."

"Oh." Chen Jianqiu wiped his hands, took out a Colt revolver from his waist, and handed it to him, "Try this, just remember to return it to me after you use it."

Malik almost burst into tears: "Chen, for the sake of helping you divert the Mounted Police away, please help me, please help me?"

Chen Jianqiu looked serious: "That's what you and I agreed before. I saved your child and you helped me. You and I have fulfilled our promise to each other."

"Then let's trade again, okay? I still have money." Malik was almost on his knees.

"No, no, no, my friend, we don't need money. We have just committed too many killings and now we need to purify our souls." Chen Jianqiu was full of nonsense.

He stood up, looked at his hands, and found that they were still not clean. The cloth for wiping his hands had been taken away by Adam, who was spitting bones on it.

So he walked up to Malik and patted his shoulders with both hands, leaving a big oil mark on Malik's shoulder.

"Believe in yourself. My gun is very powerful. It is blessed by God. As long as you love your wife and children enough, God will save you."

Chen Jianqiu took out another box of bullets from his pocket. He took the Colt from Malik's hand, opened the bullet chamber, stuffed the bullets in one by one, and then shot it back.

He turned the bullet chamber and put his ear close to the gun body: "Listen to the voice of God making this world equal."

After that, he put the revolver back into Malik's hand again, and put all the remaining bullets into his pocket.

Seeing that there was no hope for help, Malik turned around and walked out of the house in despair.

"Boss, are we really not going to help him?" The kind-hearted Feiniao was a little hesitant, but he couldn't help but raise his doubts.

Chen Jianqiu actually didn't care whether Malik's inference of Sherlock Holmes was logical or not. He just didn't quite believe in this man. After all, he almost betrayed him before.

But, whether what he said is true or false, one thing is for sure.

Someone in the village must be looking for them now. Who are these people?

Fultz? Impossible, I watched him run away in despair; that woman? That's not right, she was injured, and it's unrealistic to cause trouble for a group of people alone.

Could it be the Pinkerton gang? This is possible. If it were them, it would be really troublesome.

Or maybe it's other bounty hunters, and there's another bounty hunter who's been following him, what's his name? Oh, yes, Hanif.

Chen Jianqiu felt that this person seemed to have been following them, but it seemed that he had never appeared. It's just that after Montrose last time, this person inexplicably appeared next to his bounty.

Well, for those who never show up, it’s better to be careful.

"If what he said is false, then I gave this gun to him; if what he said is true, everyone who loves his wife and children will be blessed by God, right? "

Chen Jianqiu sat on the chair near the door, watching Malik's back go away.

……

Malik walks on the road to Oak Village. It was already dark, and only the full moon hanging in the sky illuminated his way forward.

He glanced at the loaded revolver in his hand and felt a little complicated as he recalled what he had experienced during this period.

I was originally an honest farmer from a western mountain village, and my life was nothing more than herding sheep and taking care of the few crops in the mountain plains. There is not much communication with the outside world every year. Only when there is a market, they drive their flocks to sell them at a good price.

But in the past month, he has experienced being attacked by a pack of wolves; he has been involved in a fight between the Mounted Police and wanted criminals; and now, his wife and children are likely to be in danger.

When the neighbors saw him, they all spoke vaguely. They were unwilling to get involved in the dispute anymore, and they didn't even tell him what happened in their own home.

The wanted criminals were unwilling to take care of themselves and only gave themselves a revolver.

As for guns, I have one myself, and I haven’t seen myself fight off a pack of wolves by myself.

His heart sank to the bottom.

Taking heavy steps, Malik arrived at the door of his house.

There were no lights on in the house, and the yard surrounded by a wooden fence was littered with all kinds of messy footprints. A cart transporting groceries was parked beside the fence, and a pitchfork fell on the ground.

What worries him the most is that a small wooden handmade windmill fell near the sheepfold.

This is his son's favorite toy.

In his eyes came the usual scene of his wife working in the yard, and his son, little Tom, running around the sheepfold with a windmill, making funny faces as he ran.

Running, running, little Tom suddenly tripped over a hard lump of soil raised on the ground.

"Ouch." The little windmill fell out, and the naughty boy himself was covered in mud.

"Tom, you have to wash your clothes and face yourself." His wife put her hands on her hips and looked angrily at Tom who fell to the ground, with no intention of helping him.

A smile formed on Malik's lips.

However, a gust of wind blew by, and everything in front of him disappeared. The yard returned to its present state, without his wife and without little Tom.

Malik took courage. Although he was still scared, he didn't want to lose everything.

He found a little blood near the sheepfold. Malik bent down, dipped a little of it with his finger, put it to his nose and smelled it.

It's sheep's blood.

So he followed the blood trail around to the back of the house and found a pool of blood and a pile of sheep entrails.

This should be the remaining part of the sheep that was lost in his sheepfold.

These people may not have left, they are in their own house now!

Malik became nervous, but the current situation left him with no way out.

He returned to the front door of the house, took a deep breath, and shouted:

"Stranger in the house! Me! Malik! Here, come out!"

Almost at the same time he finished speaking, the door of the house was kicked open from the inside, and his wife and little Tom were pushed out from the inside.

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