Mr. Williams took a fancy to John's Black Pearl, so he immediately decided to change his mount without even changing the saddle. John also hoped to stay with his beloved horse. Black Pearl's smooth, dark skin would bring him safety. feel.
Bumps are really deadly things. In the days when John was a Pinkerton detective, he often tied prisoners to the horse's butt. If the man whined and complained, he would whip him. Now that John was treated like this, he knew it well. So even if he felt the violent impact on his ribs and internal organs, he didn't dare to scream. These police officers will not treat you like a guest.
To be honest, the result of being arrested by the police may be to face hanging, but it is better than following those bastards from England who may die tomorrow and no longer have to be thrown on the railway tracks and force trains to stop all over the world.
If Strawberry Town is in a hilly area, then Valentine is an out-and-out plain. The land here is fertile and there are many more farms, especially the active horse business. Even at night, you can see the lights in the town brightly lit and hear the sounds of people on the streets.
It didn't take long for a large team of police officers to bring the prisoner back to the police station. It was a two-story building made of high-grade wood. The word "SHERIFF" was written in white paint. There were telephone poles and telephone poles in front of the door. Apart from being guarded by police officers, everything about the hitching post is no different from the drug store next to it.
"Then, brothers, go back, everyone has worked hard tonight." Solm said.
Williams tied the black pearl to the door, took off John and put it on his shoulders, and complained in disgust.
"Big Beard, that train full of jewels was visited by thieves. I brought him to you." Williams carried John into the house. This big man was clearly too much for him.
John thought that the name "Big Beard" was indeed well-deserved. Under the dim orange light, the man looked about fifty or sixty years old. He was wearing a police chief's uniform and small-framed glasses. He was leaning on the desk and writing something. What is eye-catching is the thick and unkempt beard on his face.
"Just one person? Let me see."
The bearded man picked up the oil lamp and stood up. Turning his head, John saw a face that he would never forget in his life, his comrade, his mentor, and his reborn father—Liam Fowler.
"Oh, it's you, John. I'm sorry to have you come to Valentine in this way." Mr. Fowler said expressionlessly. It may be that his beard blocked the subtle changes in his face, making it impossible for people to detect him. Is there any turmoil in your heart?
"The Bearded Sheriff!" John called Mr. Fowler in a tone somewhat similar to Williams'.
"Haha, to be precise, I'm a deputy chief, but I believe I'm fully qualified for the position of chief." Mr. Fowler said confidently.
"Ah... I was kidnapped. They claim to be "pioneers". I swear I have nothing to do with robbing the train!"
"If I didn't believe my brother, he would have been thrown into jail a long time ago." Mr. Fowler turned to the cell.
John found that there were two cells. One of them had already been occupied by a fat man, who was now sleeping soundly. The other was empty, and the sheets and bedding had been packed away, as if it was prepared for him.
"As for your defense, leave it to the presentation of the case tomorrow."
"Case statement?"
"Yes, I don't like legal processes either, but don't worry, we won't hold you accountable for all your actions, so you can sleep well tonight."
"What about killing Lange? How will you deal with it?" John knew that Mr. Fowler would not forget this incident, because Mrs. Fowler was killed by Lange, and Mr. Fowler always blamed himself for this.
"All! There will be no prosecution. If that bastard's body is here, I will sip his blood!" Mr. Fowler said firmly, his eyes seemed to be burning with anger, trying to scorch the surrounding hair.
John had a good sleep that night. He felt exhausted after escaping from death. The gathering with Mr. Fowler made him feel indescribably sleepy, but he believed that he would be stronger after this sleep. He is better able to gain a foothold in the wilderness, and he will definitely have a career of his own in the future.
