In the next few days, Brandi's whereabouts became unknown to most people in the camp, including Arthur and Lenny.
No one knew what they were doing when they disappeared from time to time. Sometimes we would meet Brandy, and when asked, he would always give him the benefit of the doubt. Everyone turned to ask Arthur and Lenny, but neither of them found out.
He answered the question head-on and just said that he was preparing for a surprise. Everyone wanted the two of them to translate what a surprise was, but the two of them said that and didn't say much no matter how they asked, so they had no choice but to give up.
Micah was the first to discover Brandi's unusual whereabouts, so he did not hesitate to throw dirt on Brandi, saying that he must be in secret with Colm O'Driscoe.
. However, when Micah once said such words in public and Arthur found out and received a scolding and a real fist in the face, he did not dare to talk about it anymore. Later he found out that Lan
Ni and Arthur also followed Brandy and disappeared, and they didn't even dare to let out a fart.
Of course, everyone has somewhat speculated about this matter, because in recent days, Pearson's grin has almost reached the base of his ears. Although Brandi and the others always come back with a full meal after going out these days, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the cook
The excitement and joy have not gradually subsided as time goes by, which can only mean one thing: the real surprise is yet to come.
About a week passed like this.
Mount Hagen, Brandy's temporary camp.
The location of this temporary camp has a wide view. When the weather is good, it can overlook the entire Lake Isabella. It took Brandy two days to find such a feng shui treasure, so she simply stayed here during this period.
Here, I don’t go back to Coulter Village very much.
At this time, Brandi was sitting in the tent, with a piece of venison roasting on the fire outside the tent. At the observation point not far away, Lanny was observing the movements on the other side of Lake Isabella with a telescope.
The behavior of the two of them actually followed a strict shift system, one hour each, no more, no less, and now it was Lenny's turn.
The fat contained in the venison overflows under the licking of the flames, covering the entire piece of venison. The alluring crackling sound seems to be more pleasant to the ears than the wind on the mountain. It is hard to find decent seasonings here in the ice and snow. This piece of meat is naturally natural.
There is no seasoning, but in such a harsh environment, being able to enjoy this level of food can already be described as luxury.
Brandi knows this truth, and he is used to eating this kind of meat without seasonings, and gradually enjoys it. However, after being influenced by Chinese food culture for more than 20 years, he still cannot fully accept the backward food of the American Old West.
.
If a thing can bring you 100% enjoyment, and you live with this kind of enjoyment all year round, suddenly one day, you are deprived of the right to enjoy this kind of thing, and you can only use it an unknown number of times, etc.
The same type of thing meets the same needs, but this substitute can only bring you less than 50 points of enjoyment. So even if you eventually get used to the substitute, it will be difficult for you to forget the 100 points of enjoyment in the past. This is human
Nature cannot be controlled.
That's why Brandi looked at the venison on the knife and sighed: "With a little salt, this meat will taste a hundred times better."
"Who says it's not," Lenny said slightly complaining, "I've forgotten the last time I ate something salty. That old fat guy Pearson doesn't put a grain of salt in his stew now.
, I don’t even know how to describe the smell.”
"I remember the French steak I had in a French restaurant in New York when I was a kid. Damn it, I will never forget the taste in my life." Brandi used lies to express her true feelings.
In order to hide his true identity, Brandi made up a background for himself from a middle-class family in New York, where he ended up living here because of an accident. He also often said similar words to the above to establish his false personality, but no one listened.
To find out whether there are any loopholes in his words, Brandy's speaking skills are certainly useful, but it is mainly because the people in the gang are all serious country bumpkins, and no one has even set foot in the original thirteen countries of the United States.
The land of civilized states, let alone any understanding of New York.
"I miss my mother's secret stew even more now," Lenny sighed. "I can't imagine anything else in the world that tastes like it."
"Lenny, how long have you been away from home?" Brandi asked after taking a bite of freshly roasted venison, tearing off a piece and handing it to Lenny.
Lenny stuffed the meat into his mouth, and the original fragrance of the venison filled his mouth. The temperature that had not been completely robbed by the cold wind made his slightly stiff body seem to be baptized by warmth.
While chewing it with relish, he said: "I haven't calculated carefully, it should be four years."
"Don't you want to go back and take a look?" Brandy asked.
"Why don't you want to," Lenny sighed, "I can't go back."
"What? Did you commit a crime?"
"Kill some scum," Lenny's tone was very understated, as if he was talking about something completely unrelated to him, but Brandi could hear the sadness, anger and helplessness hidden in his tone, "Those bastards drank
He drank too much and used the alcohol to deliberately pick on my father, but my father just said a few words and they beat him to death."
"And you kill them?" Brandy asked.
"Yeah, kill him, no one will be left," Lenny said. "The head of the leader was smashed by me with a gun. Even if I hit his head with a shotgun, it wouldn't be like that. Then I ran away.
, I left home and wandered like a lonely ghost for three years. Later, I met Dutch and joined a gang, and then I found a second destination."
Lenny lit a cigarette and handed one to Brandy. Brandy took a deep breath of the cigarette and asked, "How old were you when you left home?"
"About fifteen."
"It's not the age to leave home." Brandi sighed.
"Is there any way?" Lenny smiled helplessly, "Fifteen is not the age to die, right?"
"That's true." Brandi nodded.
"I just miss my mother now," Lenny's eyes seemed to be filled with tears. "She must hate me to death."
"A mother will never hate her child," Brandi comforted, "she will only miss you more than you miss her."
"Let me lend you some good words," Lenny wiped his eyes and smiled.
The sound of horse hooves suddenly came from behind. It sounded a bit distant but very clear. After a while, the sound of horse hooves turned into the sound of human footsteps, gradually approaching.
"Hey guys," Arthur said, placing his hands heavily on Lenny and Brandi's shoulders, "What new topic are you talking about?"
Brandy smiled and punched Arthur on the chest and said, "Why don't you let me bring some of Pearson's heart to you? What do you mean by your empty hands?"
Arthur smiled mysteriously, reached into his bag and took out a bottle of navy rum that Pearson had shared with them before, and whispered: "I took it out at Pearson's convenience."
"You're awesome, you can find this out. I turned his place upside down before, but I didn't even find half a bottle of whiskey." Brandy grabbed the bottle and opened it eagerly.
I took a sip of the bottle cork.
"What is this?" Lenny was a little confused.
Brandi didn't answer, just handed the bottle to Lenny and said, "You'll know after you taste it."
Lenny took a sip doubtfully, and his cheeks immediately turned red in the next second. He almost spit out the wine he just drank: "Here, what the hell is this? Is it medical alcohol?"
While laughing at Lenny's embarrassment, Arthur answered for him: "This is navy rum, Pearson's favorite. It has no other characteristics, it's just strong and strong."
"How do you feel now? Has your body warmed up instantly?" Brandi asked.
Lenny moved his neck, felt it carefully, and said in surprise: "It really works!"
"Yeah." Brandi smiled.
While Brandy and Lenny were joking, Arthur took out his binoculars to observe the situation near Lake Isabella. Different from the previous days when he found nothing, this time, he discovered something unusual.
"Hey, come and see!" Arthur shouted in a low voice.
Brandi and Lenny heard Arthur's words and knew that he had discovered something, and immediately got into the mood.
Brandi snatched the telescope from Arthur's hand and looked in the direction Arthur was pointing.
On the shore of Lake Isabella, a huge white figure is moving slowly. If it weren't for its actions that are different from the surrounding environment, in people's field of vision, its body would be like a huge stone covered with lush snow moss. It moves slowly.
It was slow and leisurely, completely unaware that there were three pairs of eyes staring at it on the mountain not far away.
Brandi put down the telescope and her breathing became a little short. Arthur asked: "That should be the legendary white buffalo you mentioned, right?"
"That's right." Brandy replied.
"As you said, it's a rare animal," Lenny said, "How about it? Do you have a plan?"
Brandy looked at the weapons and equipment on the three people, thought for a moment, and said, "Yes, let's do this then..."
Lake Isabella.
The huge white bison walked leisurely by the lake, and from time to time munched on the tender grass and grass roots hidden in the snow that had not yet emerged.
Suddenly, a whistle came from the mountain.
The white buffalo raised its head, but before it could react, a tough rope was tightly tied around its neck. It immediately began to resist subconsciously. The instinctive resistance force immediately took effect, and almost pulled Lenny who was holding the rope.
Pulled off the horse.
"Arthur!" Lenny shouted immediately.
Before he finished speaking, another rope caught the white bison impartially, and immediately the almost one-sided situation was barely maintained at a stalemate.
"Brandy! Hurry up! We can't hold on for long!" Arthur also didn't expect that this beast was so strong. With his own strength, he could only maintain a stalemate with it for a short period of time.
When Brandy heard this, he didn't answer. He came over with a double-barreled shotgun and walked around to stop the horse in front of the white buffalo. He pointed the gun at the white buffalo's face and shot two shots.
Although Brandy knew that these two shots were not enough to kill the white bison immediately, he immediately took out his sawn-off shotgun and prepared to fire more shots. However, what he did not expect was that he only had the chance to fire those two shots.
The white bison was shot twice in the brain. Under the serious injury, it burst out with an unprecedented desire to survive and struggled even harder. Brandy's horse was frightened. If Brandy hadn't held on tightly with his other hand,
With the reins, he was about to be thrown off the horse; how could Lenny withstand such a strong force? As soon as the hand holding the rope loosened subconsciously, the rope came off; Arthur on the other end was forced to be led by the white buffalo because he was holding on to the rope tightly.
I dismounted and dragged for a short distance before I couldn't hold on any longer and the rope came off my hand.
"Arthur!" Brandi and Lenny exclaimed and rushed to Arthur's side immediately.
Arthur coughed twice and said, "It's okay, it's okay, I'll just take it easy for a while. You two, hurry up and chase me. I'll be there in a moment." This chapter has been completed!