One summer evening, Hope galloped down the road toward Ferrier's house on horseback.
Lucy was at the door, and she went forward to meet him.
He threw the reins on the fence and strode along the path in front of the door.
"I'm going away, Lucy," he said, taking her hands in his and looking at her face tenderly: "I don't ask you to go with me now, but when I come back When the time comes, can you decide to be with me?"
"But when will you come back?"
she asked with a shy smile.
"Two months at most, my dear.
At that time, you will belong to me, and no one can separate us."
She asked: "But what is father's opinion?"
"He has agreed and does not need to worry about this issue."
"Oh, that's all right.
As long as you and Father have arranged everything, there's no need to say anything more," she said softly, snuggling her cheek against his broad chest.
"Thank God" Hope's voice was slightly rough, and he bent down to kiss her, "Then, the matter is decided.
The longer I stay, the more inseparable I will be from you.
My guys are still waiting in the canyon.
Goodbye, my dear, you will see me again within two months."
He broke free from her arms, got on his horse, and galloped away without looking back, as if his determination would be shaken if he even looked back at the parting person.
She stood by the door and looked at him for a long time until his figure disappeared.
Then she walked into the house.
She felt that she was really the happiest girl in the entire Utah area.
Three weeks have passed.
Whenever John Ferrier thinks about losing his adopted daughter when this young man comes back, he can't help but feel a lot of reluctance and sadness.
But seeing Lucy's bright and happy face, He felt that was more important than anything else.
Of course, there is another unknown reason driving him to do this.
John Ferrier will never let his daughter marry any local Mormon.
He believes that this kind of marriage cannot be regarded as a marriage at all.
What a shame.
Regardless of his views on Mormon doctrine, he was unswerving on this issue.
Therefore, he himself has never been married.
But disaster strikes just before the final happiness comes.
In that period, once undoctrinal remarks were heard, it meant that terrible disasters would follow.
Even the Inquisition of Seville, the Germanic Apostasy Law, and the huge action organizations owned by the Italian Secret Party , compared with the dragnet laid by the Mormons in Utah, it is far behind.
In the desolate prairie of the West, "a secret and sinister sect of Dennett Gang Mormons" and the "Avenging Angel" emerged, and both names are mentioned to this day.
These invisible organizations have carried out countless criminal actions.
They seem to be omniscient and omnipotent, but people seem to be unable to see or hear what they do.
People only know that whoever opposes the church will suddenly disappear.
No one will be seen alive or dead, and a dark cloud will always hang over their heads.
Even in the deserted place, no one dares to say a word. dissenting voices Initially, this mysterious and terrifying force only dealt with those apostates.
But soon, its functions expanded.
Because the supply of adult women has gradually become insufficient.
Without enough women, the doctrine of polygamy will be in vain.
Polygamy is prevalent in Mormonism, and was made one of the canons of the church by Brigham Young.
This system has always caused controversy within the church, and also caused widespread resentment outside the church.
In 1890, the canon was abolished.
So all kinds of strange rumors began to appear.
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In places where the Indians had never been, immigrants were murdered on the way, and travelers' tents were robbed.
At the same time, strange women appeared in the deep room of the Mormon elders.
They were haggard and sobbing, with indelible fear on their faces.
Finally, the big shot personally visited John Ferrell and made a request: "Your daughter has grown up and is a flower in Utah.
Many prominent people here have taken a fancy to her." ” John Ferrier could only cry secretly in his heart, but Brigham Young's words were not finished yet: "There are rumors outside that she is engaged to some pagan passing by here.
I hope this is just a rumor.
You know, Article 13 of the Canon of St.
Joseph Smith It is said that every girl in Mormonism should marry a chosen one of God; if she marries a pagan, she has committed a grave sin.
Yes, this is what the scriptures say.
Since you believe in the sacred Doctrine, you should not allow your daughter to destroy it.”
John Ferrier didn't answer, just played with the riding crop in his hand.
Yang continued: "On this issue, I think you can test all your sincerity.
The Four Saints Association has decided this.
This girl is still young.
We will not let her marry an old man, and of course we will not Maybe let her choose.
As elders, we already have many heifers.
The word "heifer" was given by one of the leaders of the Mormon Church, H.C.
That's the word Tao Zhong used when he mentioned his hundred wives.
But our children are still in need.
Stangerson has a son, and Drip has another, and they are very happy to have your daughter into their family.
Ask your daughter to choose one of these two, they are both young and wealthy, and both believe in our Orthodox religion.
Do you have anything else to say about this matter?"
John Ferrier could only use a delaying tactic.
He said that his daughter was still too young and not old enough to get married, but the big shot just said coldly: "I'll give her a month to choose."
When Brigham Young left, John Ferrier almost collapsed in his chair, not knowing how to break the news to his daughter.
Suddenly, a soft little hand held his hand.
He looked up and saw his daughter standing next to him, her face filled with paleness and fear.
He understood that she had heard it all.
John Ferrier is still the upright and brave explorer he was.
He is an unyielding man, but time is ruthless.
He knows that he no longer has the ability to fight against the huge force lurking in the dark.
The day after Yang left, little Dzeiber and Stangerson came to the door.
Stangerson was a gloomy young man, while Dzeiber was thick, ugly and arrogant.
They sat in the living room with their feet raised as if they were at home.
Stangerson said: "We are here to propose to your daughter on the instructions of our father.
Please take a look with your daughter.
Among the two of us, who do you like?
As for me, there are only four."
Wife, but there are already seven brothers, so I think my needs are greater than his."
Zibo shouted loudly: "No, no Brother Stangerson, the problem is not how many wives we have, but how much we can support you and me.
My father has given me his mill now, so I Richer than you."
They also said many things, but they had no effect except to make their character appear dirtier and dirtier.
John Ferrier drove them out with a whip, which was the only way he could vent his anger.
When Ferrier got up the next morning, he saw that his quilter had pinned a piece of paper to his chest, with a line of thick words written crookedly on it: "You are limited to twenty-nine days."
If you correct your evil ways and return to the right ways, it will be over when it expires."
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He didn't know how that terrifying force entered his house, and he didn't even know what the unfinished intimidation meant.
He only knew that he had been forced into a desperate situation.
From then on, a number would appear in the house every day, sometimes on the ceiling, sometimes on the door panel, sometimes on the garden door or railing.
The terrifying shadow became deeper and deeper, constantly destroying the old man and his daughter. body and mind.
Finally, when the number "2" appeared on the day, Ferrier collapsed.
That night, he sat alone in the house.
In the past month, he exchanged almost all the properties that could be sold into jewelry that could be carried around. , has already packed everything and is ready to escape with her daughter.
But he really couldn't figure out how to leave under such heavy siege.
In the complete silence, he heard a slight crawling sound.
Ferrell held his breath and rushed forward with a shotgun.
Unexpectedly, when he opened the door, he saw a black thing rolling into the room quickly.
Inside, when he took a closer look, the man crawling on the ground turned out to be Jefferson Hope.
"Oh my god," John Ferrier said in shock, "you scared me, why did you come in like this?"
"Give me something to eat quickly."
Hou Bo said hoarsely: "I haven't had time to eat a bite for two days and two nights."
He grabbed the cold meat and bread on the table and wolfed it down: "How is Lucy?"
"Good, she didn't know about the dangers," the father replied.
"That's good.
The surroundings of this house have been monitored.
These people are very powerful, but they are still a little short of catching a hunter from Lake Wasiu."
Hope explained why.
He crawled in.
It turned out that on the morning after the prophet visited Ferrell, he went to Salt Lake City.
There Ferrell found a friend who was planning to go to the Sierra Nevada mountains and handed him a letter addressed to Jefferson Hope.
The letter stated the imminent danger and asked him to come back as soon as possible.
That night, their escape began.
This was their last chance to escape.
They ran away day and night without stopping.
They passed through rugged mountain roads, crossed towering mountains, advanced among rocks, and walked through the narrow Eagle Valley canyon, but they did not dare to stop for even a step, because they knew that every time Taking one step forward is one step away from the rampaging place they just escaped from.
On the second day of their escape, around noon, they were about to run out of food rations.
But this is not a problem for Hou Bo.
In the mountains, any bird or animal can satisfy this hunter's hunger.
He chose a secluded spot, gathered some dry sticks and started a fire to keep his companions warm.
They were now on a mountain five thousand feet above sea level, and the air was bone-chillingly cold.
He picked up his rifle and went out to try his luck and pack something.
After tying up the mules and horses, he turned around and saw the old man and the girl warming themselves around the fire.
He smiled with relief.
It seemed that they had escaped tracking and in a few days, they would be able to set foot on a free land.
Hope walked over the mountains and ridges for more than two miles, but found nothing.
The farther he went, the farther he went.
Finally, he hunted a wild beast.
Because the carcass was huge, he only cut off part of the meat and put it in his pocket.
Returned with a full load.
But Hope had just started to move when he found himself in trouble.
He had gone too far and lost his way.
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The sky turned gray, like a dark cloud hanging over Hou Bo's heart.
However, before the sky turned completely dark, he finally found a familiar trail and finally regained the path.
After working for a long time, he felt exhausted both mentally and physically.
Attacked, but he still held on and headed back.
When Hope arrived at the mouth of the familiar valley, an inexplicable feeling of fear surged into his heart.
It was almost an instinct.
He rushed forward in a hurry, even throwing the meat he had beaten on the ground.
Just where the fire was lit, Hope saw a mound of earth, and his hair stood on end.
A wooden stick was inserted into the mound, and a piece of paper was sandwiched between the cracks of the stick.
On the paper, several words were scrawled.
One word: "John Ferrell lived in Salt Lake City and died on August 4, 1860."
Less than half a day after he left, the robust old man died, and these words became his epitaph.
Jefferson Hope looked around to see if there was a second tomb, but there was no one.
It seemed that Lucy had been taken back by these terrible pursuers to face her original destiny, to become the concubine of the elder's son.
Hope did not give up.
He was not a person who would give up by nature.
He stoked the fire that was about to go out, found his lost animal meat, roasted it and tied it into a package.
Although he was extremely tired, he still followed the footsteps of these avenging angels through the mountains, following the only traces step by step.
A few days later, he saw the city again.
He looked at the fields and homes of the Mormons on the cliff and waved his fist angrily.
Hou Bo was now emaciated and emaciated.
He saw some of the main streets hung with flags and other emblems of the festival, and as he was guessing the reason for this, he happened to see a man riding towards him.
Hope recognized him as a Mormon named Cowper.
Hope had helped him before, so he stopped Cowper: "I am Jefferson Hope, do you remember me?"
Kaobo looked at him with undisguised surprise: "Are you crazy?
How dare you come here?
If someone sees me talking to you, even my life will be lost.
The Four Saints have issued a wanted order.
You, you better run quickly."
Hope said sincerely: "I'm not afraid of their arrest.
Cobb, you must know the whole thing.
We are friends.
You have to answer me truthfully.
How is Miss Lucy Ferrier now?"
"She got married to Uncle Zhui yesterday.
Stand firm.
Hey, you have to stand firmer.
Why are you so distracted?"
"Leave me alone," said Hope weakly.
His lips turned white and he fell to the ground slumped: "You said you were married?"
"Those who got married yesterday, those flags hanging on the new house are for this.
Who should marry her?
There was a dispute between Dzeiber and Stangerson about who should marry her.
Both of them went after the two fathers.
Stangerson also shot her father, so he had more reason to claim her. , when they had a dispute at the meeting of the Four Saints, because of the power of the Zibo faction, the prophet handed Lucy over to Zibo.
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However, no matter who took possession of her, I don’t think it would last long.
Yesterday I When I saw her, she had a dead look on her face.
She didn't look like a woman at all.
She looked like a ghost.
Why are you leaving?"
"Yes, I'm going," said Jefferson Hope, who was already on his feet.
His face looked like it was carved out of marble, with a stern and resolute expression, and a pair of eyes shining fiercely. aass4509291ass4509291tss4509291ahrefaass4509291ass4509291gtss4509291.com welcomes all book friends to come and read.
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