Survival begins with Red Dead Redemption 2

Chapter 96, Chapter 95, Lynching at McFarlane Ranch

95,

The calm river is broken by horseshoes,

In the splash of water, Dai Pingan took the lead,
In the dust, the black blanket fluttered in the wind like a cloak. From above, it looked like a black wolf speeding through the wild grass.

Crossing the border of the lower Montana River, they entered New Austin.In the past, this passage would be guarded by police detectives from Heishui Town or harassed by bandits from the bandit territory in the east, but after Dai Pingan's efforts, it is now unimpeded and the journey is peaceful.

Bypassing the low mountain in front, a large ranch appeared on the eastern plain of New Austin. A railway passed by the ranch, extended into the mountains in the northwest, and finally led to the vast western region.

This is the McFarlane Ranch, and it is also the place where, according to Nanni, the black boy Candy White is about to be executed.

On the hillock to the north of the pasture, the horse's hooves were scratching the solid ground, its nostrils were bulging, and it was panting heavily.The busy pasture below the hillside had a clear view. Dai Pingan and the others reined in the horses, dusted off the dust, and arranged their weapons.

"Master Dai, is what that ghost woman said true?" Hei Erqing couldn't help asking as he loaded the bullets into the magazine.

"do not know."

Dai Pingan tightened the blanket on his body. The scorching sun didn't seem to make him feel much warmth. The weapons on his body were always ready and there was no need to tidy them up:

"But she is the only clue we have so far. You won't be relieved if you don't try it, will you?"

Whether it is the Huaguo court or the Tiandihui, it is impossible for the local gangsters or the police to make hundreds of spies disappear like sand in the western desert without a trace.

To have such a method, the power behind the scenes must be extraordinary, and they may not be able to find any useful clues just by searching like chickens without a head.

Miss Nannie Black was different.

Although the girl's background was unknown and her mind was so simple as an idiot, the expensive dress, exquisite and luxurious carriage, and the thousands of dollars in cash randomly stuffed in the carriage all meant that she had a strong background and a lot of background.

Just because she can tell that a large number of Chinese people disappeared in Armadillo Town, it shows that this white girl must know some unknown inside stories.

What's more, it's just saving someone, no matter how difficult it is, it's still sad for Heishui Town.

At this moment, the sun has risen so high, and it will soon arrive at noon, and the vicinity of the train station in McFarlane Ranch has begun to be lively.

Through the lens of the telescope, the surrounding environment of the train station is clearly visible.Under a lush tree next to the station, a white man was shouting something with a tin trumpet.

It was too far away to hear what he was yelling, but amidst his yelling, ranch workers, waiting passengers, and pedestrians of all colors gathered towards the station.Immediately afterwards, a naked black boy with his hands tied was pushed out from the stable next to him, and his destination was exactly that big tree.

Interestingly, the two people, Dai Pingan, knew each other. The black guy was naturally Candy White, and the white guy who shouted was none other than James Langton, who once left him a pistol with no bullets as a souvenir.A dozen bounty hunters armed with Lancaster repeating rifles guarded him in the center.

"It's interesting." Dai Ping'an muttered softly.

Under the big tree stood a newly made pillory made of two rectangular planks. There were three holes in the middle of the pillory, the middle one was larger and the two sides were smaller. Candy White's neck and two wrists were sandwiched into the pillory respectively. Lock it tightly.

"Snapped!"

The crisp gunshots of the M1900 rang out in the center of the crowd. Seeing that the attention of the crowd who had been discussing was attracted by the gunshots, James Langton put away the pistol, cleared his throat, and raised the iron horn again:
"Gentlemen and ladies, good afternoon."

"I am James Langton, the executor of justice and the defender of the law. I believe many people have heard my name. Not long ago, I led our professional team to defeat the dozens of thieves in one fell swoop. In [-], the Howling Wolf criminal gang led by the Salamanca family brought justice, rule of law and peace to West Elizabeth and New Austin!"

I don't know who started it, the crowd applauded thunderously.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you very much, it's an honor."

Taking off his hat, a beaming James Langton nodded his thanks.

"Today, I am very presumptuous to disturb everyone, because there is one thing that needs to be witnessed by everyone, that is, we are going to deal with this dirty nigger," James Langton said, unable to lift his head. Candy White:
"A just trial and a public execution!"

"Please rest assured that this trial and execution is just and legal, because this dirty and lowly guy dared to abduct our white sisters and defile the sacred and pure blood that God gave us!"

"You said, what should I do?"

"kill him!"

"Hang the nigger!"

"Hang him from this tree, and let his filthy soul go to hell!"

Almost at the same time that James Langton's voice fell, there was an immediate and fierce response from the crowd. Along with the non-stop yelling of these execution methods, there was bursts of applause and cheers from the crowd.

Is it weird?Not surprisingly.

"Weakness, living is the original sin."

This sentence was never just talking.

Just as people in ancient times liked to watch prisoners beheaded, civilized people in the United States also liked this kind of lynching.It's just that the former still needs to be tried and judged by the yamen according to the law.
As for the latter, it only needs a large number of onlookers, and the hanged person is a black person.

Between 1890 and 1920, some 3000 African-Americans were lynched, often sparked by a crime that may have been committed by blacks and the victims were whites.

These crimes ranged from knocking on a white woman's door to accidentally knocking over a white girl to speaking to a white police officer without calling him "sir."

In order to punish these crimes, white people can use various means to torture, hang, or burn these "criminals" alive.

Accompanied by the death of the so-called "criminals", it brought about the unity and dominance of the white people.For this reason, many well-prepared lynchings are not only advertised in newspapers in advance, but also photographers will take photos of the killing process and print them as postcards for widespread sale.

Compared with the well-prepared and widely spread lynching, James Langton's temporary grass-roots team is obviously much simpler, but this does not affect the enthusiasm of the surrounding people to watch and participate.

Looking at the excited crowd around him, James Langton's face became more and more red.

What better way to cement one's image of justice and strength than to execute a criminal black man?

He didn't notice that behind the crowd, on the tall windmill next to the train station, there was a black figure at some point.

(End of this chapter)