Reborn in 1878: America's Number One Bandit

Chapter 12 The Scheme to Eliminate the Roots and the Newly Arrived Fat Sheep

Eighteen knights, accompanied by the cries of a woman, roared into the vast night.

They galloped all the way.

We returned to the secluded valley camp.

Isabella was roughly dragged off her horse and shoved into a dark, damp cave.

The entrance to the cave was blocked by several heavy rocks, leaving only a small gap for ventilation.

Isabella huddled in the corner, trembling with fear.

She is finished.

This thought kept repeating itself in my mind.

It fell into the hands of such a group of savage Erscher bandits.

What will become of a woman?

She could figure it out with her toes.

She had even prepared for the worst.

Resistance is futile; it will only invite more brutal treatment. If…

If those beasts really intend to do something to me.

Then I'll just have to bear it silently.

I couldn’t resist anyway.

She pricked up her ears, listening intently to the sounds outside the cave.

But strangely, they didn't seem to be in a hurry to enjoy her as their spoils.

Through the gap in the hole.

She could see the flickering light of the campfire outside, and the blurry figures wielding tools.

What are they doing?
Isabella was filled with confusion.

She couldn't see the specifics, but guessed that the group of people seemed to be digging.

Is my charm really less than a pile of useless dirt and stones?
Those ungrateful pigs from Ershe!
Of course, Lawson wouldn't allow the assassins to defile Isabella.

In his plan, Isabella was a crucial prop.

A lever to loosen Parker’s three thousand acres of fertile land.

As for whether Parker would actually raise the five thousand dollars ransom, he didn't care at all.

No matter what Parker does, he's destined to be a dead man.

Coleman Parker had no children.

There are no other immediate family members.

Once he died.

Under federal law, all his properties, including those three thousand acres of land, are subject to federal jurisdiction.

All will be handled by his legal wife—

Isabella Parker, to inherit.

This gives us more room to maneuver.

Lawson patted his forehead.

He never imagined that he would be able to play the old trick of "eating the childless" in California in 1878.

He remembered an English-American assassin.

The assassin he named Adam, who looked remarkably like Brad Pitt.

Perhaps, this "four-kidney hunk" Adam will soon come in handy.

Sending him to comfort the lonely, soon-to-be widowed rancher's wife would be a good choice.

However, now is not the best time.

Hunters need to have a lot of patience.

After arranging everything, Lawson drifted off to sleep peacefully.

As dawn broke, a new day began.

18 new assassins have been added.

Lawson again chose an all-British white group.

Like dandelion seeds, they radiate outwards from Strawberry Town in all directions.

Their task is the same as their predecessors.

Find a job, earn money, and integrate into the local community.

now.

Tiberon Pier near Strawberry Town.

Johnny and four others strolled around the area.

A steam ferry billowing black smoke, sounding its horn, slowly docked at the pier.

Lower the springboard.

A new group of immigrants, like sardines being poured out of a can.

They set foot on this unfamiliar continent.

Johnny spotted a dozen or so Ersher immigrants as soon as they disembarked.

They were dressed in tattered coarse cloth clothes and carried simple luggage.

Famine in his hometown forced him to travel across the ocean.

Arriving in this new continent.

Johnny wasn't the only one eyeing them.

A dock foreman with a beer belly blocked their way.

Hey! You bunch of red-haired potato bastards!

"A 50-cent landing fee per person! You can only cross over after you pay!"

An Ersha man argued, “We have no money! The tickets have used up all our savings!”

"No money?"

The foreman tapped the pier with his short stick: "If you have no money, go back to your potato-pest-ridden hellhole! Poor devils are not welcome here!"

"You're bullying me!"

Conflict seemed imminent.

"Hey buddy, give me a break."

Johnny then stepped forward and slipped a gleaming eagle coin into the steward's hand.

“These are all my fellow villagers, they just came from the village, I’m just doing them a favor.”

The steward weighed the silver coins in his hand.

He glanced at Johnny.

He glanced at the group of Ersheviks, then waved his hand, cursing, "Consider yourselves lucky! Get lost!"

Crisis resolved.

The thirteen newcomers from Ershe finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, brother!" the leading man said gratefully.

"nothing."

Johnny waved his hand heartily: "We're all brothers from Ersher. In this godforsaken place, we should help each other out. Where are you guys headed?"

The men looked at each other, completely bewildered.

"We don't know either. We heard the railway is hiring..."

"follow me."

Johnny was very hospitable: "Let me treat you to something to eat and a bowl of hot soup. Fill your stomachs first."

Led by Johnny and his group of five.

The thirteen hungry Ershes came to a food stall.

A big pot of steaming hot corn porridge.

Several baskets of black bread.

For those who had been surviving on hard biscuits and dried salted fish for days, it was nothing short of a feast.

They devoured the food, eating as quickly as possible.

Johnny, speaking with the air of someone who's been there, explained to them the rules of survival in this land.

"Let me tell you, this is not Dublin."

Those Americans, especially the descendants of the British, don't treat us like human beings at all.

They call us 'orangutans' and 'potato guys'. To make a living here, we have to stick together and stick together as one!

Otherwise, sooner or later they'll be bullied to death, and their bodies won't even be found!

His words resonated with the group of Erscher men, who nodded in agreement.

What just happened at the dock is the best proof.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Johnny revealed his purpose.

"How about this."

"From today onwards, we are one family! To the outside world, we will declare that we all come from the same village."

I, Johnny, am your boss!

I'll take you all with me to look for jobs and have meals together.

"If I get a bite of meat, I'll make sure you get nothing but soup! How about that?"

For these thirteen lonely and uncertain Ershe people, Johnny's suggestion was undoubtedly the most suitable.

They immediately chimed in with their agreement.

Looking at the thirteen Ershe people wolfing down their food.

Johnny gave a friendly smile.

Thirteen plump and healthy "Aiershe pigs".

If handled properly, killing one person can earn a compensation of three hundred silver dollars.

Thirteen people...

That's three thousand nine hundred silver dollars.

Hmm, this has great potential.

Good deal!
Meanwhile, at Marlene's farm.

After Lawson finished eating the breakfast Marlene prepared, he climbed onto the roof of the cabin.

You could clearly feel that he was climbing the roof more nimbly and faster.

The vision suddenly opens up.

He then saw the herd of mule deer grazing leisurely at the edge of the woodland in the distance.

An idea struck him, and he called out to San Gou, who was repairing the fence in the yard, "Stop working. Let's go hunting."

These three dogs are skilled hunters; it would be a waste not to use them.

"I also need to go!"

When Lucy, who was feeding the chickens, heard that they were going hunting, she immediately dropped the grain she was holding and ran over.

"Okay, but you have to stay close and don't run around."

The three of them stealthily made their way towards the deer herd.

Lawson was carrying a Winchester rifle, which belonged to the landlady.

San Gou carried a simple bow and arrow on his back.

It was someone from Lawson who bought it for him; it was much cheaper than a gun.

Using the terrain and vegetation as cover, they approached little by little.

When they were about a hundred yards away from the herd, Lawson stopped.

He gestured to San Gou

San Gou kept his body extremely low, like a cheetah crouching in the grass, and continued to sneak forward silently.

Not a single unnecessary sound was made.

The wary mule-deer was completely unaware of the impending danger.

The three dogs stealthily approached the deer herd until they were less than fifty yards away before stopping.

He took the longbow off his back.

The bowstring was drawn back, and the bow was stretched to its full length.

aim.

let go.

"call out--"

(End of this chapter)