America 1881: Legend of the West

The Mexican straightened his clothes and dusted himself off.

Chen Jianqiu looked the Mexican up and down, and he didn't look like a stowaway.

The stowaways he remembered were not so well-dressed, even though he was chased around by a group of gangsters not long ago.

While gesticulating, the Mexican muttered to Chen Jianqiu for a long time, then took off his hat and bowed deeply to Chen Jianqiu.

"He said he was grateful for the help of us unknown warriors and expressed his heartfelt gratitude to us." Camila put her hands on her shoulders and translated the Mexican's words.

"Let's go." Chen Jianqiu glanced at the things scattered on the ground, turned around and prepared to mount his horse.

Dealing with these robbers who appeared on the border was just a matter of convenience. As for the young Mexican in front of him, as long as he was not the son of the Mexican President, he was not very interested.

Just when Chen Jianqiu and the others were preparing to continue on the road.

There was sudden movement inside the carriage.

A girl wearing a long skirt and a big straw hat suddenly poked her head out of the carriage and slapped the door of the carriage frantically.

"Ariana! You finally woke up!" The Mexican saw a look of joy on his face.

He turned around and rushed towards the carriage quickly, like a cheerful pony.

"When those gangsters opened fire just now, you fainted and scared me to death!"

He walked to the carriage, reached out and opened the door of the carriage, and said to the girl with concern.

The girl named Ariana jumped out of the carriage and pushed the young man beside her away: "I've had enough! Romero! You lied to me, I want to go home!"

Romero wanted to step forward and hug the girl, but was pushed away by the girl.

The young man took two steps back, tripped his foot on a stone on the ground, and fell directly to the ground.

"You told me that there is freedom outside Juarez, beautiful grasslands, and flowers all over the mountains and fields. But so far, what have we gained?"

Ariana panted, her hat had already flown to the side, and she shouted hysterically at the young man on the ground: "There is only sand all over the sky! Cacti covered with thorns! And robbers who kill without blinking an eye!"

"No food! No bed! Not even water!" Her eyes were red and tears were about to fall.

Romero stared blankly at the girl in front of him, a little lost: "But, we have love!"

The girl ignored him at all, and the tears in her eyes kept flowing out as if they had burst a dam.

She covered her face with her hands and squatted on the ground, crying out in pain.

Camilla translated their conversation to Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu was stunned when he heard this.

Could it be that these two people eloped? If they really wanted to elope, they could just cross the Rio Grande River and head to Texas. Why go in such a long circle to the border where New Mexico is stationed?

Moreover, what is the point of having this "misfortunate couple" drama in this remote place?

Chen Jianqiu wanted to laugh a little.

It was just a pain for the poor coachman. At this moment, he was looking at the unknown Mexican man and woman in front of him with a blank expression.

Then, he silently walked towards the body of his dead colleague.

The bloody emotional drama on the border continues.

Romero stood up and wanted to come over to comfort the girl.

But the girl suddenly seemed to have figured out something.

She stood up, wiped her tears, and walked up to Chen Jianqiu with a look of pear blossoms and rain on her face:

"Can you take me back to Juarez? I want to go home."

When Romero heard the girl's words, he felt like he was struck by lightning.

He rushed over and took Ariana's hand: "Ariana! Do you regret it? Didn't we agree? We..."

The girl shook off the young man's hand and didn't even want to look at Romero. Instead, she looked at Chen Jianqiu firmly.

"We don't have any extra horses." Chen Jianqiu answered simply.

He turned his head and waved to the others in the team to prepare to leave.

"My father is the magistrate of Juárez - Damian Gutierrez!" Ariana said loudly.

However, no one in Chen Jianqiu's group paid attention to her.

This caught her by surprise.

At that time, in Mexico, although there was an asset transfer under the leadership of former President Juarez, it was not complete. The church and the original feudal forces were still strong.

Although local governors are elected by the people on the surface, they are basically powerful local figures.

Around Juárez, mentioning his father's name often solved any problem.

But the group of people in front of them didn't react at all.

"Don't you all know my father?" The girl was a little angry.

"This is in the United States." Holiday, who was walking last, kindly reminded the girl. He pointed at Chen Jianqiu and the others, "Besides, they really don't know each other."

Ariana was dumbfounded.

I have been pampered since I was a child, never leaving the door or stepping outside the door. It is difficult for me to survive in this deserted place, let alone return to Juarez.

At that time, I was so excited that I ran out with Romero, but I was almost scared to death on the way. I really regret it now.

Compared with the cruelty of survival, the vows made before the flowers and under the moon are like the sand under the feet, which will be blown away by the wind.

She mustered up her courage, held up her skirt and ran to Chen Jianqiu's horse who was about to leave, and grabbed the reins of Hei Luobo.

Ariana's eyes turned red again, she bit her lower lip, and looked at Chen Jianqiu with her eyes, looking pitiful as if she was about to cry again.

"Take me with you!" she began to act coquettishly.

Chen Jianqiu glanced at her, half smiling.

He pointed to Camilla in red beside him, looked at the girl at the same time, and asked:

"Are you as beautiful as her?"

Camilla smiled slightly, full of charm.

Rabiot translated.

The girl was stunned and didn't know what to say.

"Are you as sexy as she is?"

Chen Jianqiu had no intention of letting the girl go.

The girl looked down at her chest, and then at Camilla's graceful figure.

"Can you fight her if you have her?"

The revolver on Camilla's belt gleamed in the sunlight.

The girl was speechless.

"Then stop making noise here and let that guy take you back." Chen Jianqiu pointed at Romero, who was not far away and was hopeless.

Black Carrot snorted, turned around and left.

About twenty people rode horses and hurried past the girl.

Holiday also reminded her very politely:

"Please give way. It will be bad if I bump into you. There is no place to replenish water if I cry too much."

Seeing that no one was paying attention to her, the girl got angry, turned around and ran towards the carriage.

She boarded the carriage, pointed at Chen Jianqiu and the others who were leaving, and said to the driver in front of them who had returned to the driving seat: "Turn around and follow them."

The coachman hesitated.

"I'll give you money!" Ariana took out a Mexican peso from her pocket and waved it to the driver.

Romero, who was still standing there just now, saw Ariana coming back and thought that the girl had changed her mind. He suddenly felt like he was alive and ran towards the carriage.

But the carriage didn't wait for him, it had already started.

"Ariana! Ariana! Wait for me!" Romero shouted as he chased the carriage.

"Girl, should we wait for that person?" The coachman turned around, looked at the young Mexican man with a mustache who had been eating ashes behind the carriage, and asked, "Leaving him here alone will lead to death."

Ariana remained silent.

In the end, the coachman couldn't stand it anymore.

He stopped the carriage, took out a saddle and a blanket from the top of the carriage, put it on his shoulders and walked back.

The driver pushed the saddle into the panting Romero's hands:

"There are still two horses in the ruined carriage behind. Untie the horses, then throw the blanket on it and put on the saddle." After the coachman finished speaking, he went back to the carriage.

Romero stood in the wilderness holding the saddle, feeling bitter in his heart.