America 1881: Legend of the West

Damian Gutierrez was very happy at this time.

He was sitting on the "hanging garden" of the Priego estate with his future in-laws, Arturo Priego, another large estate owner in Juarez, drinking mezcal.

The topics they discussed included but were not limited to various future cooperations between the two families, the division of power in Ciudad Juárez, etc.

"Mr. Gutierrez, please rest assured that I will treat Ariana like my own daughter."

When the conversation got interesting, Arturo Priego's old face turned red due to excitement and alcohol, and he vowed to express his sincerity to Gutierrez.

Gutierrez is very satisfied.

Of course he knew what old Priego was thinking.

However, as long as he remains firmly seated as the governor of Juarez, the Gutierrez family will be able to steadily dominate Priego.

As for what happens a hundred years later.

My own daughter is definitely not a kind person. Just because of Ricardo’s pustule-like appearance, it’s not certain who will eat it.

The cunning consul drank wine with a smile on his face.

His eyes swept downstairs, and suddenly he found the butler Perez standing in the corner of the courtyard wall, winking at him.

"Excuse me." Gutierrez put down the wine glass in his hand, stood up, and greeted old Priego.

He walked down from the second floor and waved to Perez in the corner.

"What's wrong?" Gutierrez asked in a low voice to the housekeeper who came to him.

Perez looked around to make sure no one else was approaching, then took out a piece of letter paper from his clothes and handed it to Gutierrez's hand.

"Found on a Crocodile Gangster," he said in the same low voice.

Gutierrez opened the letter and hurriedly scanned it, but his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

"It seems that Sergio and the Crocodile Gang guys got together." Perez had read the letter in advance, "Thiago plans to kidnap the eldest lady."

"Sergio's brother has abducted the eldest lady before. I guess it was probably Sergio who instigated this matter."

Perez continued his reasoning, but usually his reasoning was based on imagination.

"That ambitious guy couldn't bear it any longer. He knew he had no chance of winning against us, so he planned to use such despicable means." Perez stared at his master.

Gutierrez looked at the letter and thought about it.

Judging from the words in the letter, he believed that it was a hot-headed act of flattery by Thiago, a pretentious guy.

"So, who killed Thiago?" He found a problem.

"It's not important. My master, maybe the Crocodile Gang is fighting among themselves. I heard that a few days ago, at a meeting, there was a fight among them, and several leaders died." Perez combined the latest information. .

"I think, just let Alvarez find an opportunity to clean up the Crocodile Gang, and give Sergio a warning by the way."

"No, my daughter's big day will be in two days, and I don't want Juarez to be unrest at this time."

Gutierrez put the letter into his pocket and gave Perez orders at the same time.

"I've sent people to keep an eye on the eldest lady these past two days, and nothing can go wrong. As for Sergio and the Crocodile Gang, I'll take care of them after the wedding is over."

Then, he turned around and climbed back onto the stairs to the second floor.

"Mr. Gutierrez, is there no big problem?" Old Priego asked when he saw the consul returning.

"Oh, there may be important people coming on the wedding day. I asked the butler to make arrangements." Gutierrez still had a smile on his face.

"Drink! Drink!"

……

In Juarez, a girl hurriedly walked through the crowd.

In Mexico, when the sun is strong, women often cover their heads with a long scarf called a "rebozo", but few people cover their faces.

But the girl managed to cover her face with a scarf.

She didn't want anyone to recognize her identity.

The girl walked through several blocks and came to the camp of the Rural Rangers.

She hid in the corner opposite the camp gate and looked around. After making sure there was no suspicious person, she quickly walked to the soldiers on duty at the camp gate.

"I'm looking for Salvador Romero." The girl's voice came from under the scarf.

The soldier looked at the woman in front of him with suspicion.

Seeing that the soldier didn't believe him, the girl took out a letter from her waist and handed it to him: "Please give this letter to him."

The soldier took the letter doubtfully and read the words on the envelope.

It is indeed for the young master.

But when he raised his head again, he found that the girl just now was gone.

The soldier shouted into the camp: "Here comes someone to change the guard! I want to give something to the young master!"

When he came to the house where Romero lived with the letter, the infatuated man was lying on the bed looking at the ceiling in a daze.

His sweetheart is getting married, and he is not the groom.

It made him feel like he couldn't breathe.

Romero lay there as helpless as in a coffin.

"Young Master, someone has sent you a message." The soldier stepped through the door and said.

Romero did not respond and was still in a daze. His brain was now in a standby state.

Seeing this, the soldier had no choice but to continue reporting:

"Well, the person who sent the letter seems to be a girl. She..."

Before he finished speaking, the half-dead man on the bed suddenly jumped out of bed, startling the soldier.

"Where is she now?"

Romero grabbed the soldier's shoulders with both hands and shook him, his eyes a little crazy.

"Well, she's gone." The soldier was very nervous and replied quickly.

The fire in Romero's eyes went out for a second, then reignited.

The soldier was still shaken:

"What does she look like? Did she say who she is? What are the features on her face?"

"She covered her face."

"How tall is she?"

Although he didn't know what happened to his young master, the soldier did not dare to neglect and quickly showed him the height of the woman.

Romero paced back and forth quickly in the room, but after a few steps he jumped up and said to himself:

"It's Amanda, it must be her."

The soldiers were stunned.

Can you guess this?

"Where's the letter? Where's the letter? Give me the letter quickly!" Romero reached directly into the soldier's pocket.

The soldier was afraid that he would really touch it blindly, so he quickly took the letter out of his pocket and handed it to him.

Romero took the letter with trembling hands, opened it tremblingly, and began to read.

"It's her! It's her! She finally wrote me a reply!" The young man was shaking with excitement.

He read the letter, holding the letter while laughing wildly, sometimes hiding his face in tears, and sometimes sitting slumped on the edge of the bed, sighing.

The soldiers stood aside and watched all this.

He felt that his young master might really be crazy.

"Oh, my Ariana, my dear Ariana, why do you punish me like this! I hate my own incompetence! I hate it so much!"

Romero started hammering the table crazily, then hugged the table legs and cried.

The soldier hesitated, wondering whether to go up and try to persuade him, drag him away from the table, or directly report to his brother, Sergio.

Suddenly, Romero got up from the ground, ran to the soldier, and stared at the soldier:

"Rope, do you have any rope?"

The soldier was so frightened by him that he wondered whether his young master was going to hang himself.

"Rope! A thick rope as thick as your forearm!" Romero emphasized again.

The soldier finally realized what he was doing and ran out in a hurry.

After a while, he came back with a bundle of hemp rope on his shoulders.

Romero grabbed the rope from his shoulder and rushed out, muttering:

"Ariana needs me to save her!"

"Ariana, wait for me, I'm coming!"

He carried himself and ran to his horse, threw the rope to the horse, then got on the horse and whipped away in the direction of Gutierrez's mansion.

The Rural Cavalry Patrol's camp is not far from Gutierrez's mansion.

After a while, Romero came to the back garden wall.

The adobe wall in the back garden was not high, so Romero climbed up on horseback.

He bent down and carried the bundle of rope from the horse's back to the wall.

He sat on the wall, but his body froze.

Because through the open window on the second floor, Romero saw the sweetheart he had longed for, and his sweetheart was also looking at him through the window.

Romero waved his hand in the direction of the window and spoke with his lips:

Just wait, I have a rope, I will come to rescue you!

Ariana, who was leaning against the window, was also looking at him lovingly.

Just as the pair of mandarin ducks looked at each other lovingly, a voice came from outside the wall:

"Boy, do you really dare to come?"

Romero looked back and saw Alvarez, the leader of the consul's personal armed forces, with a few soldiers standing not far from him, looking at him.

And those soldiers held guns in their hands, and their muzzles were pointed at him.

Romero was about to open his mouth to say something, but Alvarez unexpectedly picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at him.

The stone hit the young man on the head with one blow.

Romero fell off the wall.

The girl on the second floor let out a shrill scream.

Alvarez dusted off his hands, looked at Romero who was unconscious on the ground with contempt, and said to the soldiers behind him:

"Tie it up for me and wait for the master to deal with you!"