America 1881: Legend of the West

In Tombstone, hearing gunshots is a common occurrence.

But under normal circumstances, the gunshots will be fired three or four times at most.

People generally don't fight each other in the town.

Therefore, single fights are common, but group fights are uncommon.

Today, residents living in Tombstone were lucky enough to hear firecrackers.

The first person who couldn't help it was a tall, thin man wearing a light blue jacket next to Ike. He was too nervous and directly pulled the trigger.

This shot hit the ground directly, but it started the shootout.

Before he could reset the hammer, Sheriff Wyatt shot him in the abdomen.

The shotgun in Morgan's hand spurted out almost at the same time, knocking down a cowboy on the opposite side on the spot, and he himself was shot in the arm and his hand dropped.

Suddenly, gunfire erupted in the "OK" farm.

The two warring parties began to search for nearby bunkers while shooting at the opposite side.

"Damn it, Virgil, I've been shot!" Morgan shouted to his brother next to him, leaning against a wooden box.

His brother's condition was not much better. His hat was blown off and he was covered in black mud.

Virgil had quickly fired all the bullets in his gun, but missed a single shot.

But when they looked across the way, they realized that the casualties on Ike's side were much heavier.

The doctor got angry.

He held two silver revolvers in his hands and killed the two cowboys in the moment of the exchange of fire. Then, while running towards the bunker, he fired the third and fourth shots.

Two more people lay on the ground.

The doctor's record in the first round: one injured and three killed.

In addition to Wyatt and Morgan wiping out two each, Ike's side has lost six people.

It's a one-sided showdown because of the doctor's presence.

The only person at the scene who was not looking for a bunker was Wyatt. The sides of his clothes were grazed by bullets, but surprisingly, not a single bullet hit him.

He was shooting at Ike who was hiding in the corner of the wall, hitting the yellow-haired cowboy so hard that he didn't even dare to show his head:

"Bastard! Come on! Do you dare to challenge me?" The police chief fired and approached the corner with great momentum.

"Let's go, there's nothing to see anymore."

Not far away, Chen Jianqiu poured the uneaten melon seeds into his pocket, turned around and walked towards the town.

Holiday was a talented shooter, he confirmed this, but Sheriff Wyatt was unscathed, which surprised him a little.

This is a bit mysterious.

Sometimes, maybe luck is also part of ability.

With these two people, even if they faced the Corinthian Cowboys who were twice their size, they would still be defeated.

After the first round, Ike glanced at the body on the ground and was half awake from the wine.

The bullets in the gun in his hand were also used up.

He knew that he was going to lose.

So, when the Sheriff approached the corner, Ike suddenly jumped out from behind and slammed into Wyatt.

The Sheriff was knocked all over and took two steps back.

The remaining three cowboys also stood up and fought back towards the Sheriff.

"Bang!" Virgil finally hit his first shot of the day, but at the same time, he also received a shot in the leg.

Holiday made up the other.

The remaining one saw that the situation was not good and ran away.

Ike ran even faster than him.

After hitting the sergeant and losing his center of gravity, he ran away without any intention of continuing to fight.

The Sheriff continued to chase, but was caught by Holiday who caught up. He pointed at Virgil lying on the ground and Morgan covering his arm.

"Stop chasing, it's over, Wyatt."

As the chief constable of the town, Bihan arrived belatedly with a few volunteers.

"Give me the gun, Wyatt." He said cautiously, standing a few meters away from the deputy.

Wyatt looked at his boss in disbelief: "These people are criminals! I am maintaining law and order!"

"Give me the gun, Wyatt, and you, Mr. Holiday!" Behan's expression became serious.

He winked at the volunteers holding guns.

The volunteers exchanged glances and raised their guns before hesitating.

Wyatt finally chose to join Holiday and threw the gun over, as well as the guns in the hands of his two brothers.

"You have done too much this time." Bihan then approached the police chief and shook his head, "Take your brothers and leave here first."

"You don't really believe that bastard's nonsense, do you?" Wyatt, who was disarmed, put his hands on his hips and stared down at his boss, "Listen, Behan, I did all this to protect Order in this town.”

"How about you look at what you have done?" Bihan sighed.

The Sheriff raised his head and looked around.

There were cowboys lying on the ground, some of them were injured and still moaning, while others were motionless and dead.

From a safe distance, many town residents stretched their necks to watch, the expressions on their faces revealing suspicion and fear.

"We hired you to be the Sheriff, not to let you go on a killing spree in the town." Behan said to Wyatt in a deep voice, "You go back to treat the injuries of your two brothers first, and I will take care of the rest. thing."

The town soon returned to its usual bustling state.

People continued to talk about the silver mine, but now they had another topic to talk about, and that was the fire at the OK Ranch and Sheriff Wyatt.

"It was too violent! Six people died on the spot. I always thought that guy from Kansas was not a good person."

"But the other party is the 'Corinthian Cowboys'. They do all kinds of bad things. Wyatt did this for the sake of the town."

"Shit, he could have taken other methods, such as taking away their guns and putting them in jail. Instead of directly killing them."

"Are you telling the truth about what the yellow-haired man said?"

"Who knows? It's nine out of ten reliable. Who can refuse twenty-five thousand dollars? Wyatt's death must have something to do with it."

"Yeah, it was so scary. I was nearby at the time. The bullet didn't have eyes. Who knows if it would hurt innocent people."

……

In the lobby of the hotel, Chen Jianqiu drank coffee and listened to the discussions among the people in the lobby.

He put down the coffee cup and said to Sean and Hanif at the same table: "Let's set off tomorrow after we get the notice of closing the case."

"Chen! You are indeed here!" Mark Twain walked in from the door.

He was holding an envelope in his hand. It was quite thick, and he didn't know what was inside.

The writer sat down opposite Chen Jianqiu.

"Chen, I remember you said you were going to San Francisco?" he asked.

"Yes." Chen Jianqiu nodded.

"When to set off?"

"It's probably just for these two days, until we finish what we did yesterday."

"Then can you do me a favor?" The writer put the envelope in his hand on the table and pushed it to Chen Jianqiu. "Can you help me bring these manuscripts to a person named Joseph Pulitzer?"

"He is the boss of the Express Post. This is the manuscript I promised him. He should be on vacation in San Francisco recently." The writer took out a piece of paper from his pocket and wrote the address on it.

"Okay." Chen Jianqiu took the envelope and stuffed it into his clothes.

Night fell.

In a tavern in the town, Wyatt, his brothers, and Holiday were sitting at the table, drinking wine and playing cards as usual.

"I might win." Morgan's arm was tied with thick gauze and he was holding cards in one hand.

"Are you sure you can play cards with one hand and drink at the same time?" Virgil's situation was no better than that of his brother. There was a crutch beside his seat.

"I heard that the town is planning to sue us. I don't know if it's true or not." Holiday said, looking at the cards in his hand.

Wyatt was silent.

For a while now, he had been suffering from the gossip in the town.

He wanted to argue, but Holiday told him it was useless.

"Sue us? Why? Kill us?" Morgan snorted.

Virgil sighed: "However, it seems that the people here no longer trust us."

"Why don't we leave? I heard that many people went to California." Morgan put down the cards in his hand and made his own suggestion.

"No, we are not going anywhere. If we leave here, it will be equivalent to running away, and it will also confirm those rumors." Wyatt, who had been silent, finally spoke.

"I won't just back down."

He raised the glass of wine in his hand to his brother and old friend.

Several other people also raised their cups.

"Here's to Tombstone!"

"Here's to Tombstone!"

……