This once-in-a-century blizzard in Ambarino has finally come to an end after raging for nearly three days. Although the snowstorm is still constant, it is at least much better than the previous days when one could accidentally kill oneself.
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Early morning, Coulter Village.
Brandi pushed open the door, and the wind that had subsided a lot was blowing on his cheek. It was still biting, but it was somewhat better than the previous few days.
The experience last night was still vivid in his mind, and Brandy actually still didn't quite believe that he actually fought side by side with Arthur, which still made him feel palpitating in his heart.
Moreover, his shooting skills were also praised by Dutch. Although Brandi knew his abilities very clearly, he still felt very happy. You know, Dutch Van der Linde is Arthur Morgan and John Mars.
Dayton's teacher, he taught an Eastern legend and a Western legend step by step, but neither of his two students was able to excel. Therefore, regardless of other things, when it comes to marksmanship, his opinions are very valuable.
Gold content.
If Brandi was just living in confusion in the past year, then now he has found his love for life and his longing for the future after a long absence. He began to believe that he would be able to survive in this world that he had only dreamed about before.
Make a name for yourself in the Western world that appears in the film.
Brandy opened the door of the cabin diagonally facing her, and almost everyone in the Van der Linde gang was there. As soon as she entered the door, she heard Abigail, the wife of John Marston, murmuring absentmindedly: "Already
I haven’t seen him for several days, and the weather hasn’t improved..."
On the side, the black girl Tilly comforted: "He is very strong and very smart."
"At least you're still strong," Abigail didn't feel relieved by these words of comfort. Seeing Brandy come in, she just greeted absentmindedly, "Oh, good morning, Mr. Munny, do you want some coffee?"
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"Of course, Mrs. Marston." Munny nodded, took the coffee cup from Abigail, sat next to Lenny Summers, the youngest male member of the Van der Linde gang, and asked: "
Hey, Lenny, what's going on?"
Under normal circumstances, it is easy for young people, especially those of the same sex, to establish good relationships. After returning from the Adler Farm last night, Brandi had dinner with everyone from the Van der Linde Gang and chatted with Lenny during the dinner.
They exchanged a few words. Although they didn't communicate much, the two of them hit it off very well, so they quickly became familiar with each other.
"It's John. He hasn't come back yet," Lenny's face didn't look very good. "The wind and snow outside haven't stopped yet, so I don't know if there will be any accidents."
Brandy took a sip of coffee and said, "Don't worry, good luck has its own destiny, John will be fine."
"I hope so," Lenny said.
At this time, the door opened again, Arthur walked in, and went to the fireplace to warm himself.
"Hello, Arthur." Abigail greeted.
"Abigail." Arthur nodded in response.
"Hey, Arthur," Abigail suddenly stepped forward and said, "How are you doing?"
Arthur looked at Abigail hesitantly: "It's okay, Abigail...what about you?"
Abigail's tone was mixed with hesitation, anxiety and apology: "I need you... to hold... I'm sorry, I'm sorry to trouble you, but..."
"It's that boy John..." Arthur interrupted Abigail politely and said harshly, "He got himself into trouble again."
"He has been missing for two...two days." The anxious part of Abigail's tone took over.
"Your John will be fine," Arthur's words became even more mean. "I mean... he may be as inexperienced as a stone and as useless as scrap metal, but that's not the case.
That changes just because he's stuck in a snowstorm."
"At least take a look," then Hosea Matthews, the gang's think tank, said, "Javier?"
"What's going on?" Javier Iscola, who was wearing an exotic Mexican shawl, responded.
"Javier, can you and Arthur go out to look for John?" Hosea's tone was half an order, half a question, "We only have you two as the most suitable candidates."
"Now?" Javier looked at the snow and wind outside the house, obviously reluctant.
"She is..." Hosea glanced at Abigail subconsciously, and then changed his words, "We are all... we are very worried about him."
"I know that if it had been the other way around," Javier said, standing up and handing Arthur a polished revolver, "he would have come to me too."
Arthur took the gun without saying a word, so he accepted the job.
"Thank you." Abigail shouted.
Arthur nodded and followed Javier out the door.
"Why don't I go too," Brandi said at this time, "I'm familiar with the roads here, so I can take care of you."
"Follow me, kid." Arthur didn't waste any words and just waved to Brandi to follow him.
The three of them left Plow Village on horseback.
Javier took the lead: "This way. As far as I know, John went up the river."
Arthur still had nothing good to say: "We only know that he kept walking north without looking back."
"He won't leave, he won't just walk away." Javier firmly believes this.
Arthur pouted: "It's not his first time anyway."
Brandy asked with some confusion: "Um, Arthur, is there anything going on between you and John? Aren't you all a family from the same gang?"
"Oh, how come I have any problem with Mr. John Marston?" Arthur's tone began to become sinister. "He is such a good person, with a strong will, excellent marksmanship, and rare good luck. Finally,
The important thing is that he still has the courage to abandon his family, gangs, and everything else. With such an outstanding man, how could I have anything to do with him?"
As expected of Arthur, who is known as the "King of the Bad Mouth of the West" by many players, he sneered at John with no use of a single curse word, which made Javier, an outsider, a little unbearable, and hurriedly tried to smooth things over by saying: "But
Didn't he come back in the end? I believe John just had some psychological problems that he didn't figure out at that time. He still cares about us partners, not to mention his wife and children here."
"Whatever you say." Arthur said disapprovingly.
"Don't be offended, Brandy," Javier said, "Arthur is just such a person, his mouth is sharper than a knife. You have to be careful in the future and be cautious in your words and deeds, so as not to be taken advantage of by this old boy."
"Haha, don't worry, Javier, I've always been a good boy." Brandi smiled.
The three of them walked all the way upstream along the river. The further upstream they went, the more rugged and difficult the road became. Although the thick snow somewhat smoothed the road for them, it still made their journey to find people more difficult.
"Hey, I see smoke," Javier suddenly shouted, "Come on, let's go take a look."
"I hope it's not the O'Drisco gang again." Since meeting the O'Drisco gang at the Adler Ranch last night, Arthur has become a little more wary of the people in this snowy field.
The three of them walked a few more steps and stopped in front of an abandoned camp by the river.
Javier dismounted and walked to the camp and began to look around.
"Well...it seems that someone just left...not long ago...and..." After some inspection, Javier finally determined the direction, "It's going that way."
"Okay, let's follow up and have a look." Arthur said.
Brandi was a little surprised: "Javier, how did you see that there were residual traces? In this weather..."
"It's impossible to leave much reliable information on the snow, right?" Javier seemed to have guessed what he wanted to say, and there was a sense of pride in his smile at this moment.
"I dare not say anything else, but Javier is unrivaled in this aspect." Arthur also gave a positive evaluation of Javier's ability.
"I'll tell you the trick when I have time." Javier clamped his horse's belly, and his gray Tovio American pinto horse ran in the direction he had determined. "Now, let's focus on finding John.
, there are some horse hoof prints here, heading towards the river."
The three of them crossed the river. According to Javier's instructions, there were also horse hoof prints extending forward.
"Do you think this could be John?" Arthur asked.
"What do you think?" Javier was also a little unsure, "These must be horse hoof prints, but... anyone can do it. Let's follow the horse hoof prints."
Arthur suddenly asked: "Well... Javier, you were at the scene, what happened on that ship?"
"We got the money, everything seemed fine, and then all of a sudden there were enemies appearing from all directions."
"Bounty hunter?"
"No, it's Detective Pinkerton. The one with the bullets and bullets is crazy."
The three of them gradually moved towards a snowy peak. After bypassing a deep ditch, they continued towards the depths of the mountain range.
"Dutch killed a girl," Javier continued from the previous topic. "It was a cruel way, but the situation was urgent."
"That's not like him." Arthur commented.
Javier turned his head to look at the snow and said, "There are more horse hoof prints on the edge of the cliff." This time Brandy could also see clear marks.
"David was shot," Javier continued, "and so were Mike and John. As for Sean, we didn't even see him. I can't believe we made it out. By the time you showed up on the other side of town, we were almost
I can’t hold it anymore.” Recalling his experience in Blackwater Town, Javier still has lingering fears.
"It's really miserable." Arthur felt that he felt the same.
The further we go up the mountain, the stronger the wind and snow becomes. A few days ago, the wind and snow on the mountain would have directly buried the riders and their horses alive under the snow. Although it is much better now, it is still so strong that the three of them cannot open their eyes.
Eye.
"Damn, the wind and snow are getting bigger and bigger." Arthur said while using his arms to block the violent wind and snow coming towards him.
"We should hurry up, otherwise I won't even be able to find the horse's hoof prints." Javier's voice revealed an anxious tone.
"I don't understand, Javier," Brandy said, "We can't keep searching like this. There are only a few steps further up the mountain, and our horses are tired.
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"Let's go a little further," Javier encouraged, "and maybe we can find the footprints again."
The three of them began to walk carefully along the increasingly rugged mountain road. The snow here was covered with a thick layer of new snow. It was not only difficult for the tired horses to walk on it, but the horseshoes also slipped from time to time, but it was good.
The horses here are very reliable and try to obey their masters despite the difficult roads.
"Hey, look, over there, do you see that?" Javier said, pointing to the dark thing on the snow not far away.
The three of them quickened their pace, and the dark thing gradually took on a distinct shape. It turned out to be the body of a horse.
There was a hint of solemnity in Javier's tone: "When we left Blackwater Town, John was riding this horse."
"Oh... this is really..." Looking at the horse's miserable condition, Arthur couldn't help but frown.
"Only a pack of wolves can inflict such wounds," Brandy held the carbine in his hand, "Be careful, they must not have gone far yet."
"Let's see if he can hear us." Javier said, pulling out his revolver from his waist and firing two shots into the air. The sound of the gunfire echoed in the mountains, like summer thunder.
At this time, a vague shout came from nowhere: "Hey! Help! Here!"
"Hurry! Up there!" Javier rode his horse and walked closely.
After walking a few more steps, the vague voice sounded again, and it was vaguely identifiable as a hoarse male voice: "Is there anyone there? I'm here!"
Javier listened carefully, dismounted and said: "The sound came from somewhere in front. I think we can't continue riding. Let's dismount here and walk over."
As he unloaded a shotgun from the horse, he reminded Arthur: "If I were you, I would bring the shotgun. Who knows what we might encounter."
Arthur nodded, took out a double-barreled shotgun and a sawn-off shotgun from his horse, and turned back to throw the sawed-off shotgun to Brandy.
Gradually going down the rugged mountain road, the mountain wall gradually became steeper and the road under their feet became narrower. The three of them could only cling to the mountain wall and move forward cautiously.
Suddenly, Arthur's feet slipped and he lost his balance. He tilted his body and fell down the cliff. Fortunately, he subconsciously grabbed the protruding rock wall with one hand and did not fall directly.
Brandy, who was walking at the end of the team, saw this and immediately stretched out her hand for Arthur to grab, shouting: "Javier! Come and help!"
When Javier heard the shouting, he didn't hesitate. He immediately turned around and grabbed Arthur's other hand. The two of them worked together to pull Arthur back from the hell.
"To be honest, Arthur, it's time for you to lose weight," Brandy gasped and laughed, "I'm not even that tired from climbing mountains."
Arthur laughed, patted Brandy on the shoulder, and said, "Thanks, kid, I'll teach you how to do it when you get back, and I'll make sure you don't have to be afraid of the bastards from the O'Drisco gang anymore."
"I've never been scared. Don't talk nonsense."
"You should really thank him, Arthur," Javier also smiled, "Honestly, if it was just the two of us, I can't guarantee that I can drag you up."
Somewhere ahead, that hoarse voice was still calling for help.
"Save your strength, John," Arthur shouted, "we'll be there soon."
The three people sometimes went down and sometimes climbed up among the rocks. After a lot of twists and turns, they finally reached a relatively gentle place.
"Damn, this damn place is too cold." Arthur complained in a low voice while crossing his arms.
Javier led the team to a stop at a place that was close to a sliver of sky. He noticed something strange about Arthur and asked, "Arthur, how are you?"
"I don't feel very well," Arthur said. "I've been like this for the past few days."
"I know," Javier nodded, took out a bottle of Kentucky bourbon from his bag, took a sip, and handed it to Arthur, "Here... take a couple of sips. I can't stand this snow anymore."
"Thank you." Arthur took the bottle and took a deep sip, then handed it to Brandy behind him. After Brandi drank the wine, he took out a few pieces of pickled venison breasts from his bag and handed them to Arthur.
: "I still have some food here. The mountain road is not easy to walk on. Let's eat before we hit the road."
The three of them made some simple repairs and moved on.
"Arthur!" John's voice got closer and closer.
"John! Where are you?" Arthur shouted back. "Marston, can you hear me?"
"Here I am!" John shouted. "On the edge of the cliff!"
"That's John," Javier shouted back, "We're coming!"
The three of them made a slight detour and went downwards. Javier, who was walking at the front, stopped by a depression in the cliff and said to the two people behind him: "He's here!"
"I'm over here!" John shouted loudly, as if to echo Javier's words.
"Okay, stop arguing, Marston," Arthur walked to the edge of the cliff, looked over, and couldn't help but sigh, "You really made a mess of yourself." This chapter has been completed!