48 Hours a Day

“Twelve... twelve good men from the heavens and the earth have tried you, saying you are guilty, and look at the good things you have done, you...” The drunken sheriff on the wooden platform pointed at a guy with a rope tied around his hands and feet and neck.

“Do you have anything else to say when you fight for a horse and a man, stab the owner of that horse with a knife, let a mother lose her son, a wife lose her husband, an innocent child lose her father? ”

“Yes, I didn't control my temper at the time, I killed him by mistake, but it's too late to say anything.” Shorty obviously knew he was dying and took a breath, "I just wanted to apologize to the family of the man I killed, although I knew they wouldn't necessarily forgive me, so be it. ”

After that, he lit up the sheriff and shut his mouth.

The next moment, a black cape was put on his head.

The drunk sheriff walked up to the other guy, who looked like a tough guy, and saw the other drunk sheriff's eyes flashing with an undisguised disgust.

“You insulted your sister-in-law while your brother was out selling cattle, and you killed your own brother after things were revealed. Such evil deeds, which took place on this land, are a flagrant provocation to the judicial system and human morality. I should have killed you when you fled. I should not have let you live for so many more days, and waste food. Well, say your last words. ”

“No, you got the wrong guy. You shouldn't believe that bee, I didn't kill my brother! The adulterer had someone else, and the two of them had come together to set me up, so that when my brother and I died, the ranch fell into her and her lover's hands. ”

Compared to the previous dwarf, the emotion of the second person was obviously very exciting, he had been yelling, still struggling desperately, his face was filled with despair, and the executioner had to give him a little quiet.

Sheriff Drunk snorted coldly, "Your trial is over, the jury has made their choice, and if you have any objections to this part of the thing, you can tell him directly when you see God, oh... sorry I almost forgot, a villain like you can't see God, go to hell, asshole, next. ”

After he finished, he touched the bottle again, mumbled, mumbled and sipped the whiskey, which led him to the last one-armed man, “You...” The alcoholic sheriff just said one word and it jammed the shell, pointing to the one-armed man and the latter's eyes and gazed at him for half a day before squeezing a sentence out of his teeth, "What have you done? ”

A man named Jameson under the wooden platform covered his forehead, seemingly reluctant to see the scene, and the crowd was agitated.

“Quiet, quiet.” The drunk sheriff shouted two voices, reached out and pulled a wrinkled piece of paper out of his pocket, unfolded, and looked at the words on his eyes, "Oh, shit, you're from the Cook gang, you robbed trains many times, you robbed two towns, you massacred innocent civilians, you broke the law and you couldn't write a single piece of paper, to be honest, it was cheap for you to die only once, you should be glad you weren't in the Middle Ages, otherwise I would nail your sheep on the wall and let you die slowly so I could hear you moaning every day from below. ”

The one-armed man was the calmest of the three, shook his head when he heard the rumors, "You're wrong, I've robbed trains and merchants a few times, but that was before I lost my arm, and then I left the Cooks, settled here, robbed the town and had nothing to do with me. ”

“Doesn't matter, whatever you did before is enough for you to die.” The alcoholic sheriff is impatient, "he said." If you want to confess, hurry up. I'm out of wine. ”

“I will not confess. It is you who will confess.” The one-armed man said faintly, his eyes swept over the person under the wooden platform, somehow, the person he saw dared not look at him, silently shifting his eyes away.

The scene seemed ridiculous, clearly it was the one-armed people who committed the crime, but only looked at each other's deities, and the people who were judged turned into the residents of the county below.

“Now that you know who I really am, you should also know the attitude of the Cook gang towards the enemy," the one-armed man laughed, "today you hang me, tomorrow the news will be out, soon it will be in Cook's ear, before long my brothers will come to avenge me, what happens in those two towns will be repeated here, they will turn every inch of the land here into scorched earth, those you know and care about will die in front of you, you can hear them scream, and then it is your turn... my trial is over, however, your trial has just begun, my words are over, let's go.” He nodded to the magistrate after the last word.

The one-armed man's words plunged the people in the square into silence. The atmosphere of anxiety and anxiety continued to spread among the crowd. The Cooks were the largest bandits in New Mexico, with more than fifty people, many of them powerful and hearty, and their hands stained with blood. Not only did they massacre civilians, but they also dared to confront a large battalion of law enforcement judges. Their notoriety was unknown to all. When they heard that it was possible to get into these Sha Xing, many people began to rise and fall in their hearts.

Even people are beginning to hope that the drunk sheriff will let people go, and everyone will end up peacefully.

Yet the latter only scorned a smile, "Put away your bullshit, and the people who live on this land will not be frightened by you, and as long as I'm here, Jeremy Cook and his claw teeth dare step into town, they will never leave again. ”

“Then we'll see.” The one-armed man was also put on a black hood.

As the executioner pulled the leverage, the planks beneath the feet of the three men opened and fell quickly, killing Huang Quan in no time.

A shout came from the crowd, and a woman covered her mouth.

Zhang Heng also watched the execution outside the police station, but he didn't react. After all, probably no one in the world is more familiar with the hanger than the pirates. Zhang Heng even took people to rob the pirates about to be executed, and he didn't take the words of the one-armed man too seriously.

Unlike those small towns, Lincoln County, which is relatively far from Santa Fe, the political centre of New Mexico, is home to a large number of inhabitants, and although it faces a shortage of law-enforcers just like other towns, there are many pastures in the county, and the corresponding number of cowboys is quite combative, and it is not so easy for Cook and his fifty or so people to try to flatten it.

But I don't know if it's Zhang Heng's own delusion. He felt like someone had been watching him behind his back since the previous clash with those two cowboys. Even when he came out of the bar, his eyes didn't disappear, even when everyone was watching the execution in the square.

Are those two cowboys with you? Zhang Hengxin thought that, although he had just been warned by the alcoholic sheriff, if the other party really chased him so much, he could only teach them a lesson.