Author: Mosaic's Melancholy

If you ask the 19th century Americans who were Jesse James, then different people will give you different answers.

The people in the east will say that he is a thief who robs trains and banks, kills people without blinking; Deakinson in the southern states will tell you that he is a hero against the federal government;

Some people at the bottom would admire him and think that he was a thief who robbed the rich and helped the poor, while most of the people he robbed him would hate him to the core.

Everyone has different positions, so their evaluations are mixed and there are many different opinions.

But in the eyes of Jesse James' mother, her own son is no big deal.

She never cared about what he did outside, only knew that he bought a ranch for herself near Dodge City.

The old lady is almost sixty years old this year, and she is still working day after day in the ranch.

She squeezed milk and delivered the calves. In her spare time, she sat at the door of the house, sewing clothes while looking into the distance.

But she never quite understood why her son couldn't stay in the big ranch and insisted on staying in the wilderness.

"Jack!" she shouted at a cowboy who was shoveling cow dung not far from him.

This young man named "Jack" came to the ranch not long ago. He was dull and didn't like to talk, but he was very hardworking and was very scrupulous in his work. He was deeply loved by the old lady.

Jeffries, who was called "Jack", heard someone calling him, straightened up, threw the feces aside, wiped his hands on his clothes, and walked towards the old lady.

The old lady stood up, picked up the clothes in her hand, looked back and forth, and then placed the clothes on the stool she had just sat on.

She turned around and walked into the room.

After a while, the old lady walked out of the room and held a stack of washed clothes in her hand.

"Jack, go and give these clothes to my son."

Jeffries was ecstatic.

It seems that the old lady finally wants to tell herself where Jesse James is hiding.

But his expression did not change anyway, and he was still so dull and confused.

He shook his head.

"Oh, look at my memory. I forgot that you are new." The old lady helped her forehead.

She told Jeffries the exact location, and then stuffed the clothes into his hand, showing a kind smile:

"Go, go, why is this kid always so stupid?"

After watching Jeffries's back disappear from sight, the old lady sat back back into her stool and continued to sew the next piece of clothing.

"Who is that?" A cowboy who was repairing the cow pen stood up and looked into the distance.

A group of people appeared in the distance.

The location here is very remote, not on the path that passersby, and the grass is not very plump, so few strangers come.

The old lady also stopped her work and narrowed her eyes.

"Is it Jesse?" She couldn't see clearly.

However, when the group of people approached the ranch, the cowboys who were repairing the cow pen changed their faces.

"It's Detective Pinkerton!" he shouted, rushing towards a box next to the bullpen.

His gun was placed on the box.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, a row of bullets shot at him.

The cowboy was shot and fell to the ground.

"Stand in place, don't move!" Donovan took the gun and rushed into the ranch first, "Whoever moves first will die first!"

The other two cowboys dared not act rashly, so they raised their hands because the barrels of the detectives who rushed in were almost stuffed into their mouths.

Tom and the remaining detective rushed into the house, and soon after, a woman's scream came from the house.

Less than a minute later, Tom showed up at the door of the house, pulling a woman's hair.

It seems that Jesse James is not in the ranch.

"Don't touch my daughter!" the old lady shouted at Tom.

"This stinky bitch bitch!" Tom stretched out his hand at Donovan in anger.

"Where is your son, Jesse James hiding?" Donovan ignored Tom and asked the old lady directly, "He is a criminal, we are arresting him, I hope you don't shelter him, so that's what you do to him."

not good."

"My son is not a criminal!"

To Donovan's surprise, the old lady was very calm and just stared at the detective coldly.

It seems that this is not the first time she has seen such a formation.

Donovan looked up and down at the old lady, laughed, then shook his head and walked towards the other two cowboys:

"Same question, where is Jesse James hiding?" The detective's intuition made him judge that he might not be able to squeeze out any valuable information from the old lady.

So he changed his goal.

Both cowboys shook their heads.

They really don't know.

Donovan looked around and found that the informant who had previously connected with White was not here.

"You can go now," he said to the two cowboys.

"Sir, can we really leave?" a cowboy asked in a little confusion.

Donovan didn't say anything.

The two cowboys looked at each other, began to move their feet, and then turned back toward the stables in three steps.

However, before they could walk out a few steps, gunfire behind them rang.

One cowboy was shot in the leg and fell to the ground on the spot. When the other saw that the situation was not good, he spread his legs and ran towards the stable.

However, Donovan had reset his revolver hammer and hit another cowboy's waist with another shot.

He walked forward and shot two people on the ground twice.

The bullet warehouse was empty, and there were two more corpses of cowboys on the ground on the farm.

"It's really stupid." Donovan glanced at the corpse and mocked.

At this time, Jesse James' sister began to scream, and her voice echoed throughout the ranch's wounds.

"Donovan, what should we do next?" Tom slapped the screaming woman with his backhand.

Blood flowed out of the woman's mouth, and her crying became even more terrifying.

"Ambush and wait for Jesse James to come back," Donovan said.

"What if he kept hiding and couldn't come back?" Tom continued, "we probably don't have that much time. White found out that he came back and ruined our plan."

"Then set fire." Donovan's face showed a grim smile. "I know him. If he was really nearby, he would definitely come."

"What if he chooses to run away directly, or not nearby?"

"You are raising arguments, right? Where do you have so many problems?" Donovan's patience was finally consumed by Tom, and he yelled at his partner.

Tom, shut his mouth.

And on the other side.

Jeffries took the clothes handed to him by the old lady and rode his horse towards Jesse James's hiding place.

He crossed a pasture and stopped in front of a dilapidated little house.

Jeffries got off the horse and walked while observing the surrounding terrain so that he could notify White to come next time.

But he suddenly found that there were several horses parked behind the small house.

And inside the house, the voice of conversation came.

"Didn't you tell me not to come here recently?"

"Don't worry, only a few of us know about this place. Detective Pinkerton appeared in Dodge City recently, so I'll see if you need help."

"You are the biggest help to me if you don't come."

"James, today is not the same as before. We need to unite. You can see our sincerity. Dodge City can provide you with shelter."

Jeffries hesitated for a moment, but walked towards the door of the room.

The conversation inside suddenly stopped, and then the sound of pulling a gun came.

"Don't shoot, I'm here to deliver clothes." Jeffries raised a stack of clothes in his hand and showed it to the people in the room.

Jesse James walked out of the door.

After discovering that he was a hired worker on his ranch, he frowned:

"How do you know what's here?"
To be continued...