Early in the morning, the rhythmic clatter of horse hooves on the bluestone road and turf could be heard from the west end of Heishui Town. The few residents who got up early saw this scene and got out of the way. The horsemen rode uniform big brown horses and carried rifles on their backs. The six-pointed star medal on the left chest reflected the early light of the morning sun and looked particularly dazzling.
It was a large group of police officers. They gathered in front of a house on Valms Street on the shores of Pintie Lake. The team was led by the town's senior police officer, Chief Dunbar, who was old but energetic. From his energetic face, It can be seen from the above that he is confident in this arrest.
Sheriff Dunbar took the wanted warrant handed over by the deputy and read in a loud voice.
"John Coster, under the order of the federal government, I arrest you in accordance with the law. Due to the seriousness of your crime, the state sheriff specifically stated that it does not matter whether you live or die, so if you resist, my twenty men will never show mercy to them. bullets. As for Widow McIver, you are suspected of harboring criminals."
After some words, Sheriff Dunbar threw away the paper and continued.
"Mrs. McIver, your husband's case will be resolved fairly, and your husband will clear his name. Maybe you don't want outsiders to interfere in your private affairs, but Blackwater Town will never allow any unjust case, and will never let anyone go." A criminal!"
In the attic, Mrs. McIver looked at John with her sharp eyes, managed to squeeze out a smile, and said.
"John, don't worry, I won't believe his words. He also promised the whole town the same thing about the massacre in Blackwater Town. The murderer has not been found yet."
Having said that, John was still full of guilt towards Mrs. McIver. It all happened too suddenly. From the moment he stepped into Blackwater Town, he had laid hidden dangers for him and Mrs. McIver. .
"Someone must have snitched...we have to escape anyway!" John said.
"Yes, gotta get away," repeated Mrs. McIver.
However, after being stunned for a while, John really couldn't think of any escape plan. Mrs. McIver's house was adjacent to its neighbors. The front of the house faced the cobblestone street of Blackwater Town, and the back faced Pingtie Lake. If you can't get out through the front door, you can only fly out with wings.
"John, I have a plan, but I don't know if it's feasible. In the past, your Mr. McIver installed a ladder on the chimney wall to make it easier to clean the soot. Now I don't know if it's secure or not. We can use the ladder on the chimney to Go to the roof and escape from the top of the house without them noticing."
"Good idea! Mrs. McIver, I think we can only give it a try." John felt a little hopeful in his heart, which was almost depressed.
Before the police swooped in, John and Mrs. McIver cleaned the charcoal from the fireplace. Mrs. McIver dragged out a storage box from somewhere and opened it to let John see what he needed.
"Mrs. McIver!" John cried gratefully.
Mrs. McIver took out a roller-locking rifle from inside: "This is Mr. McIver's hunting gun. Now that he is gone, I hope this gun can find a new owner. John, you are the most suitable one at the moment." The candidate." John took the gun with gratitude and respect and took some food.
"Okay, let's go," John said, hearing the police banging on the door. He quickly climbed into the chimney, and at the same time stretched out his hand to Mrs. McIver, who shook her head and looked at him with a smile.
"This is my position. The people I love are buried here. I will not leave."
Twenty years ago, John left home carrying large and small bags of luggage. His father stood at the door of the manor and watched him leave with a smile.
Who would have thought that at this moment, a similar warm current would flow into John's heart...
The door was suddenly knocked open, and John climbed up while holding back tears.
Mrs. McIlver's roof is rum color, some of the neighbors are olive gray, some are antique wood color, there is also the log store's sign, the attic roof with shutters, the duck perched on the chimney, the scenery of Blackwater All in sight.
John jumped down from the last row of houses. Black Pearl chirped over and John jumped on the horse.
Blackwater, goodbye. Goodbye, Mrs. McIver.
John patted the black pearl and rode towards the hinterland of West Elizabeth without looking back.
