"Sheriff, I saw his accomplice. Shouldn't I shoot?" Jonathan on the rock wall said nervously.
"Of course not, you idiot, she is only 12 years old. Do you want your head to be on the gallows? Put your gun away and come down," the sheriff said, a tinge of urgency clouding his voice.
"Yes, sheriff." Relieved, Jonathan hurriedly climbed down.
Zhang Heng, however, did not remove the knife away from the sheriff's neck.
"Give them your gun," said the sheriff.
At the order, Jonathan handed the rifle to Wendy.
"Are you satisfied now?" the sheriff asked coldly.
Zhang Heng nodded, "But you may not be happy with what I will do next."
The sheriff figured what Zhang Heng would do. The expression on his face changed instantly. "I dare you?"
However, as soon as the lawman finished speaking, Zhang Heng pulled the trigger, and the sheriff saw his beloved white horse fall in a pool of blood.
