John breathed in the unique scent of grass in Valentine's morning and opened the diary. He felt that he felt so many things and didn't write down his experience. Like most western cowboys, John was not good at expressing his inner feelings. I really like reading and writing. This is the habit of civilized people, isn't it? Cowboys may not only be good at handling guns and riding horses, but many are also friendly painters. John calls his work the autobiography of a melancholy man, just like John lying on the window sill of the police station, watching Mr. Fowler come to work neatly dressed.
"John, I knew you couldn't stay in bed. In a little while, the Sheriff is going to come and see you poor thing."
John is worried about how to explain what happened to Sheriff Malloy. He said that if he does not agree with the Sheriff, he may be sent to the Pinkerton detectives for their disposal. At that time, the death penalty will be the lightest punishment. .
Mr. Fowler saw John's frown. He was worried about the young man in front of him. Chief Malloy was always unpredictable. Sometimes he would risk his life and death for a high reward, and sometimes he would fight for the honor of the police.
"John, everyone has a predetermined life. It would be really unfortunate if we put our precious energy on betting on other people's decisions." Mr. Fowler lit a cigarette, hoping that his words could solve John's problems.
"Mr. Fowler, my soul was killed by that train a long time ago. My life can be taken away by others at any time, but my wife and children, Ashley and Jason, are innocent and they should not be involved." Get involved in this hunt.”
"Have you settled them?"
"They went to Oklahoma, where Ashley's father had a vineyard."
"That's good, the bounty hunter won't chase you that far. I promised your father to protect you, but I have been doing this job in the past few years. Three years ago, Miller said he would visit you. He and I parted ways on the Colorado River. Alas... I thought for a time that he would never come back and became a bounty hunter. Later, I met Sheriff Malloy. He had some style problems, but he must be a decent man. , I will plead with you, and if that doesn’t work, I will take you out on a surprise attack, and in the worst case, we will live in exile together. You have saved my life, and it’s time for me to return the favor.”
"Brother Fowler, I heard that you caught the maniac who robbed the train, is that true?" A rough voice came from outside the door.
John put his hand on the holster of his gun, just as Mr. Fowler said, if anything happened, he could create chaos so that he could escape.
"Well, it's just Williams and Solm, those two are always one step ahead of me," Mr. Fowler responded calmly.
"We are all old bones compared to those young people." Sheriff Malloy opened the door neatly, and John saw that he was wearing an old khaki coat and brown overalls that fit his lean body very well. Only the Sheriff's hat he wore made him identifiable, and John could see that Sheriff Malloy was not a man who put on airs.
"Hoo! Ho!" Sheriff Malloy was shocked when he saw the heavily armed prisoner John standing with his confidant, the deputy battalion commander. He then opened the wanted list on the table next to him and looked for it. a while.
"Oh, this familiar face, you are John Coster, right? The Fowler brothers have never mentioned you. When I arrested him, only the prostitute and the prostitute were standing together. I am very curious about your relationship."
Sheriff Malloy pursed his lips and continued: "The federal government has placed a bounty of two hundred dollars on your head. This is really an attractive number. There is only one person with a higher bounty than you before you."
"Langer," John said.
"Well, this is this man who is comparable to Jack the Ripper. He went to New Hanover in 1887 and committed crimes by burning, killing, and looting. I can't believe that Detective Pinkerton hired this man. A farmer put two hundred and fifty dollars on his head. With a bounty of ten dollars, I chased him to the Black Swamp with dozens of brothers. The devil got a Maxim machine gun from somewhere. I will never forget the sky illuminated by missiles that night and the piles of The swamp of corpses still allowed him to escape!"
"I'm sorry, I'm so talkative, and you didn't let your guard down. If I were you, I wouldn't put my hand on the holster and act like I was dueling, but I appreciate this vigilance. This It’s the basic skill of a prisoner, isn’t it? Or a gunman.”
"Maloy, he has committed no crime, and I can vouch for it with my life," Mr. Fowler interrupted.
"No, we are all guilty. We have been since the time we believed in God. Brother Fowler, aren't you waiting for redemption with your beard? This is what you said yourself. This young gunman killed Lange, and he killed someone. , is also guilty, but before God makes a judgment, his life is decided by this righteous country, and now this power is in my hands." Malloy said.
"What about your decision?" Mr. Fowler asked, and John felt that a storm was about to come.
"I don't want to see two crazy bastards causing trouble at the Law Enforcement Center in Valentine."
"So you let me go?" John asked.
"I don't dare to protect you like this. I will try my best to prevent you from being chased by the police in Northern New Hanover."
"Chief, there are very few people who can understand me, and you are one of them." John said gratefully.
"Well, young people are young people. I can't decide what is right or wrong. You are just using your power to seek justice and don't owe anyone anything. Are you right, Brother Fowler?"
Mr. Fowler smiled and nodded. It seemed that their worries were unnecessary.
Although John obtained the asylum of Sheriff Malloy, he knew that the price was to sacrifice part of his freedom, at least his revenge plan would be put aside.
"John, I know you will be restless, so why don't I find something for you to do? What do you think of being a police officer? This is a good shelter, so that you can go in and out of wanted areas as you perform official duties. "Chief Malloy is really a good man who does his best to the end. There are not many old men with such wisdom nowadays.
Ten minutes later, Valentine welcomed its new police officer. Seeing John wearing the same six-pointed star police badge on his chest, Solm, Williams and all the police officers opened their mouths, especially when John turned over and rode. When he got into the Black Pearl, Williams had a lot of reluctance on his face. He never imagined that the prisoners he carried back would become their colleagues.
