"Twelve … Twelve good people, who are worlds apart from you, have judged you and said you are guilty. Look at the good things you have done, you …" On the wooden platform, the drunk sheriff pointed at a man who had his hands and feet tied and a rope around his neck.
"You fought with a man for a horse and stabbed the horse's owner to death with a knife. You made a mother lose her son, a wife lose her husband, and an innocent child lose his father. What else do you have to say?"
"Yes, I didn't control my temper at that time and accidentally killed him. That's why I ended up like this, but it's too late to say anything now." The shorty obviously knew that he was about to die. He took a deep breath and said, "I just want to apologize to the family of the man I killed, although I know they won't necessarily forgive me. That's it."
After that, he nodded at the sheriff and closed his mouth.
The next moment, a black hood was put on his head.
At this time, the drunkard sheriff walked in front of another person. The guy was a very strong man. When the drunkard sheriff saw him, his eyes flashed with undisguised disgust.
"You insulted your sister-in-law when your brother went out to sell cattle. After the matter was exposed, you killed your brother. Such evil deeds happened on this land. It's a blatant provocation to the judicial system and human morality. I should have killed you when you were running away. I shouldn't have let you live for so many days and wasted food. Okay, say your last words."
"No, you got the wrong person. You shouldn't believe the words of that [Beep]. I didn't kill my brother! The adulterer was someone else. The two of them colluded to frame me, so that when my brother and I died, the ranch would fall into the hands of her and her lover. "
Compared to the previous shorty, the second person was obviously more agitated. He kept shouting and struggling with all his might. His face was filled with despair. The person in charge of the execution had no choice but to hit him on the back to calm him down a little.
The drunk sheriff snorted coldly when he heard that. "Your trial is over, and the jury has made their choice. Regarding this part, if you have any objections, you can tell God directly when you see him. Oh … sorry, I almost forgot. A villain like you can't see God. Go to hell, asshole. Next."
After that, he took out the bottle again, gulped down a mouthful of whiskey, and walked up to the last one-armed man. "You …" The drunk sheriff was stuck after saying only one word. He pointed at the one-armed man and stared at the latter for a long time before squeezing out a sentence from between his teeth. "What did you do?"
The man named Jameson under the wooden platform covered his forehead, as if he couldn't bear to see this scene. The crowd also became restless.
"Quiet, quiet." The drunk sheriff yelled twice, reached into his pocket, took out a crumpled piece of paper, unfolded it, and glanced at the words on it. "Oh, damn it, you are a member of the Cook Gang. You have robbed trains many times, looted two towns, and slaughtered unarmed civilians. The laws you have broken can't even be written on a piece of paper. To be honest, you should consider yourself lucky that you are not in the Middle Ages. Otherwise, I will nail you to the wall and let you die slowly. That way, I can hear your screams every day when I pass by below."
The one-armed man was the calmest of the three. He shook his head when he heard that, "You are wrong. I did rob trains and caravans several times, but that was before I lost my arm. After that, I left the Cook Gang and settled here. Looting towns has nothing to do with me."
"It doesn't matter. Anyway, what you have done before is enough for you to die," the drunk sheriff said impatiently. "If you want to repent, hurry up. I've finished my drink."
"I will not repent. It is you who should repent," the one-armed man said faintly. His gaze swept across the people below the wooden platform. For some reason, the people he looked at did not dare to look him in the eye, silently averting their gazes.
The scene looked a little ridiculous. It was the one-armed man who had committed the crime, but just by looking at each other's expressions, the people under the platform were the ones being judged.
"Since you know my true identity, you should also know the Cook Gang's attitude toward their enemies," the one-armed man said with a smile. "Today, you hang me. Tomorrow, the news will spread, and soon, it will reach Cook's ears. It won't be long before my brothers come to avenge me. What happened in the two towns will repeat itself here. They will turn every inch of land here into scorched earth. Those you know and care about will die in front of you. You can hear their screams and wails, and then it will be your turn … My trial is over, but your trial has just begun. I'm done talking.
Do it. "The one-armed man's words made the people in the square fall into silence. The atmosphere of uneasiness and worry continued to spread among the crowd. The Cook Gang was the largest gang in New Mexico. They had more than 50 members, and they were ruthless. Their hands were stained with blood. Not only did they slaughter civilians, but they also dared to fight the law enforcement officers head-on. Their notoriety was known to everyone. When they heard that they might provoke this group of evil spirits, many people began to feel uneasy.
Some people even began to hope that the drunk sheriff would let them go and end things peacefully.
However, the latter just smiled contemptuously. "Keep your nonsense to yourself. The people living in this land will not be intimidated by you. As long as I am still here, Jeremy Cook and his minions will not be able to leave this town if they dare to take a step into it."
"Let's wait and see." The one-armed man was also covered with a black hood.
As the executioner pulled the lever, the wooden board under the three men's feet opened, and they fell quickly. It did not take long for them to die.
There was an exclamation from the crowd, and a lady covered her mouth.
Zhang Heng watched the execution from outside the police station. He didn't have much of a reaction. After all, no one in this world was more familiar with the gallows than pirates. Zhang Heng had even led his men to rob a pirate who was about to be executed, and he didn't take the one-armed man's words too seriously.
Unlike other small towns, Lincoln County was far from Santa Fe, the political center of New Mexico. However, it had a lot of residents. Like other towns, it faced a shortage of law enforcement officers. However, there were many ranches in the county, and the corresponding number of cowboys was considerable. They were equipped with considerable combat power, and it would not be easy for Cook and his more than 50 men to raze this place to the ground.
However, Zhang Heng did not know if it was his own illusion, but after he clashed with the two cowboys, he felt that someone was watching him from behind. After he came out of the bar, the gaze was still there. Even when everyone surrounded the square to watch the execution, the gaze did not disappear.
Could it be the accomplices of the two cowboys? Zhang Heng thought to himself. Although he was just warned by the drunk sheriff, if the other party continued to pursue him, he would have to teach them a lesson.
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