America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 72 The Phelps Family
"Mr. Sheriff, I am Hanif the bounty hunter. Let me make a long story short. There is a criminal gang operating around here, and their total bounty is thousands of dollars!" Hanif said eagerly.

"Oh, that's your business, isn't that what bounty hunters do?" Danny turned around and walked towards his horse.

"We have captured a very important person among them!" Hanif followed, and he pointed to Holmes.

"Just him?" Danny glanced at the geologist who looked like an old man who could be blown down by a gust of wind, "Then congratulations, you should hand him over to the police station who issued the bounty now."

"But this gang is very dangerous, they will come to rescue this person." Hanif said sincerely, spitting all over the place, and couldn't help waving his hands, "I think we can lay an ambush and catch them all. "

He paused: "We can share the bounty equally."

"They don't commit crimes in my jurisdiction, so I have no obligation to provoke them. In other words, you should go to the police station that issued the bounty." Sheriff Danny has already stepped on the horse, "I'm sorry, sir, I'm going home to try my wife's pie, I'm almost 5 minutes late, can you help me?"

Hanif stood there dumbfounded, unaware Downey was tugging on his sleeve.

He didn't expect that the sheriff of Pitkin was so "businesslike", and what was even more strange was that he didn't even see a single other policeman beside him.

Downey was very helpless. He leaned over to the sheriff's horse and whispered to the sheriff, "Mr. Sheriff, can you lend us some money? We don't have a penny on us. A place to eat and stay tonight None. We will return the bounty to you when we receive it."

Sheriff Danny frowned, took out a quarter from his pocket, and threw it to them:
"I didn't bring much with me when I went out, you can figure out the rest yourself."

Hanif was still immersed in the grief and anger at the failure of his plan and the inaction of the police in the west, but Downey picked up the coin from the ground deftly.

25 cents is obviously not enough for three people to stay in the hotel and have dinner.

But they stayed at the county hotel because Holmes was afraid that two bounty hunters with green eyes and hungry eyes would flay him alive.

"I still have some money in my pocket. I didn't bring much with me when I went out. I planned to go to the market and buy something." Holmes said.

"We will definitely return your bounty when we get it." Downey nodded with certainty.

Sergeant Danny rode a horse, wandering leisurely on the streets of Pitkin County, and greeted the familiar residents on both sides of the street:

"Hey Nancy, you look so beautiful today and this dress looks amazing!"

"Peter, come home quickly, don't hang around here, or your wife will be angry again!"

"Little John, where's your father? Hey, hey! Stop chasing that dog, and watch out for your father to spank you."

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The residents saluted the sheriff respectfully, even though he had just been named sheriff.

The sheriff is not from here but has been here for a decade or so and is helpful and approachable.

Danny enjoys this feeling very much. He is nearly fifty years old, and he is very nostalgic for this peaceful life.

There is a delicate balance in this county.

The southern periphery of the county is the territory of the German guy Clark Lackfield, whose main business is the black market and livestock trading; while the inner county and the northern part are the sphere of influence of the Phelps family, which mainly deals in timber and minerals.

The Germans came to this area a few years ago, and the Phelps family is a native of this area. They fought a battle, but found that no one could do anything to the other, so they chose a truce.

Since then, nothing has happened in Pitkin County.

Danny didn't want to be the sheriff, but he was elected in the end.In fact, he himself knew what role this sheriff was.

Since he took office, he has maintained the habit of getting off work on time, and his police officers get off work earlier than him.

Now his mind is full of the taste of his wife's raspberry pie, which would be perfect with a honey sauce.

Danny's house is at the end of the street, outside the town, an independent house with a fence around the house, and there are a few poultry, cattle and sheep inside.

He had lived here ever since he came to the county, and it had been his main occupation, and now it was his sideline.

Danny led the horse into the stable, then went to the back of the stable to pick up a pile of hay and put it in the horse's trough. After doing this, he washed his face in the sink by the door.

"Teresa, I'm back." He wiped his face with a cloth while calling his wife's name.

No one answered.

My wife never goes far away, let alone ignores me.

Danny straightened up, and a burnt smell came from the room and entered his nose.

"Oops!"

Danny hastily drew his Winchester lever rifle from his horse and rushed to his house.

He kicked the door open.

The burnt smell became stronger. Holding the gun, he moved towards the restaurant step by step. When he was only two steps away from the restaurant, he rushed in, raised the gun and searched quickly.

Bottom left corner, no one!Bottom right corner, no one!There was no one at the cupboard either!

The frying pan on the stove was almost out of shape, and there was a lump of black charcoal on it, and the burnt smell came from here.

Danny quickly put down the gun, took a spoonful of water from the bucket in the corner and poured it on the pot.

The fire in the fireplace was extinguished, and a thick cloud of steam and smoke rose from the kitchen, making a "sizzling" sound, which made Danny cough.

He opened the dining room window.

Teresa would never do this kind of thing, even 20 years ago, she would never leave what she was doing halfway through when she was chased away.

There is only one possibility, she was kidnapped.

Thinking of this, Danny opened the drawer in his bedroom, took out some ammunition, and took it with him.

He rode on the horse, and knocked on the door of his policeman's house from room to room.

Ten minutes later, he showed up at the gate of the Phelps family's home with four or five police officers armed with guns.

The house of the Phelps family is also outside the town. It is a tall three-story building surrounded by a high wall.

Behind the building is the family's farm, which can't be seen at a glance.

This is an estate.

At the gate of the house, there were three or four men with guns. When they saw Sergeant Danny and his subordinates, they had no intention of letting them go.

"What's your business?" A man with a gun asked the sheriff outside the door through the door.

"I'm looking for Fred Phelps," Danny said quietly.

The man motioned him to wait here, and walked into the door of the house by himself.

After a while, the man came out and waved to the other two people who were at the door.

"Sergeant Danny, please come in, and the others stay outside."

Danny handed the gun to the police officer behind him and stepped through the tall gate of the Phelps home.

A man was leaning on the sofa in the hall, with a cigar in his mouth, and his gaze rested on an exquisite snuff bottle on the table.

Didn't even look at him.

He is the head of the Phelps family, the legendary real magistrate of Pitkin County - Fred Phelps
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