The Van der Linde gang has been temporarily living here for half a month. Maybe it was due to luck, or maybe it was man-made. Compared with the difficulties when they first arrived here, this big family of twenty-two people is finally living a more or less decent life in this place.
Life. Although it cannot be compared with the life in the past, at least everyone can keep warm in the severe cold and eat delicious meat. At least everyone is still alive and well now - ah, not counting the unlucky John - at least not
People pass away and the smile finally returns to everyone's face. Although they still endure hardships, at least they can see the hope shining ahead.
Except one person.
In the early morning, just after dawn, Sadie Adler woke up from a nightmare. When she woke up, there were still tears in the corners of her eyes.
She didn't get up immediately, she just lay on her back on the bed that was a little too hard and stood still, waiting for her tears to dry naturally.
This is not the first time she has been awakened by a nightmare. In fact, she has been tortured by the same nightmare for the past half month. She dreamed of working with her beloved husband, hunting together, and living in a cold snowy night.
In the warm house, they told stories, gossiped, and sometimes sang songs; then they came, violently smashed the door, and cursed her with vicious words. In order to protect her, the husband forced her into the cellar, half forcing and half persuading her;
Then there was darkness, and only her ears could hear begging, insults, and arguments; finally the whole world became quiet, with only a dull ticking sound. She followed the sound and saw only a pool of scarlet liquid, and her forehead was wet.
With a random touch, her palms were stained red by the rusty liquid. Then the whole world was swept by a scarlet wave. She looked at the rippling crimson sky and sank, sinking again.
She recalled this extremely familiar dream, which made her even more painful, and the pain brought new tears. She thought that her tears should have dried up long ago, but strangely, the tears shed for him seemed to flow no matter what.
Not finished.
She wanted to lie like this forever, just like her husband lying in a carriage in the ice and snow forever.
"Maybe this way I can see him again." She couldn't stop this stupid thought.
Until Abigail's face appeared in her field of vision, she knew that no matter what, she should temporarily get out of her hysteria.
"Are you okay, Sadie?" Abigail asked with concern.
"It's okay, I just had a bad dream." Sadie wiped the corners of her eyes subconsciously and sat up straight.
Abigail put her hand gently on Sadie's shoulder, hoping to give her strength in this way, "Everything will be fine." Abigail said.
Sadie didn't speak, but stared blankly at the ice flowers condensing on the window glass, a little lost in thought.
This kind of conversation is repeated almost every day at this time.
People who live in the wilderness rarely live according to the time of the clock. The same is true for the Van der Linde gang. They work at sunrise and rest at sundown, which is quite an ancient custom. Of course, it is not ruled out that the current conditions are simple and they cannot have fun as much as they want.
Sex, otherwise these restless rough guys might keep making noise until midnight.
In fact, apart from sewing and helping in the kitchen, Sadie did not find out what other jobs the women in the gang did. Of course, this may also be the result of over-protection by the big men in the gang. Take Pearson
To give an example, because the kitchen in the camp is open-air, if it weren't for the fact that sometimes there is too much kitchen work, and those men who never spend any effort or thought on housekeeping can't count on it, the old fat man is not even willing to let the ladies come over to help with the cooking.
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The other ladies in the camp actually found this kind of over-protection quite useful. Although they would inevitably complain a few words because they were so idle, they actually cherished this rare time that was all their own. Emphasis on the word "completely"
, because under normal circumstances, if ladies slack off a little or take a break from busy work, they will be lectured by Ms. Susan Grimshaw. But now, even Ms. Grimshaw herself has begun to have nothing to do, and she has
From what standpoint do you say that girls are not doing serious business?
Only Sadie did have some objections to this kind of macho over-protection. When she was with her husband before, whether it was work or daily life, she and her husband had always had an equal relationship. There has always been a world where men are superior to women and women are inferior.
It didn't exist in their small home. Now she was forced to step out of her comfort zone and came to another group. She truly felt the unnaturalness caused by this unequal relationship, and it was inevitable that she would feel a little dissatisfied.
, although this over-protection now is more out of gentlemanly demeanor and chivalry.
As for Yingying Yanyan in the gang, to be honest, she is not very good at integrating into this circle. After all, she has always been a woman from a good family, and most of the women in the gang grew up in dirty places such as gangs and brothels.
A proper delinquent young woman. Except for Abigail, a woman who is already a mother, she can talk a few words. She really doesn't know how to join in other topics. Let me ask, a woman who has done more than 20 years of work
How can a young, well-off woman join a conversation full of theft, fraud, robbery and flesh-and-blood business?
There was a faint sound of gunfire in her ears, which was a little noisy. She had to stop the sewing work she started because she was really bored. The women in the gang did not do anything strange because of this. I don't know if it was because they were used to the sound of gunfire or because of it.
Having identified friend and foe, of course, the possibility that Sadie is sharper than them all cannot be ruled out. After all, Sadie has practiced marksmanship.
Out of curiosity and wanting to escape those topics, Sadie put on a heavy shawl and walked out of the house. Within a few steps, she found the source of the gunfire.
In the open space in the center of the camp, Brandi and Lenny were practicing marksmanship, while their teacher Arthur was smoking a cigar leisurely, not acting like a teacher at all.
Seeing Sadie walk out of the house, Arthur politely held up the brim of his hat and said, "Good morning, Mrs. Adler."
"Good morning, Mr. Morgan," Sadie nodded in return, "Are they practicing marksmanship? Why don't you give them some pointers?"
"I've taught them everything they need to teach," Arthur said leisurely. "The rest is practice and practice. Practice makes perfect. The purpose of my staying here is to prevent these two boys from accidentally hitting each other with bullets."
On the butt." After saying that, Arthur laughed.
Sadie didn't smile, but turned her attention to the two people who were practicing shooting.
The shooting method of the two men is not the ordinary horizontal shooting style, but the rapid waist shooting popular among Western cowboys. This shooting method is actually very dangerous, because no matter how much they practice, the shooting accuracy of the rapid waist shooting cannot be as good as that of normal shooting.
Compared with other shooting methods, in one-to-many battles or complex gun battle scenes, this shooting method can easily reverse the disadvantage and create fire suppression.
Brandi and Lenny's shooting targets were two wine bottles placed ten meters away from them. If they used normal shooting methods, both Brandy and Lenny could easily hit such targets, but now,
The two of them almost finished shooting the bullets in both magazines, but they didn't even touch the edge of the bottle.
"The waist shooter looks cool, but why is it so difficult to use?" Lenny complained as he loaded bullets into the magazine of the revolver.
Brandy faced his target and fired three shots with a "pop, bang, bang". Both his movements and speed were like a fast shooter. If there is any gap between him and a real fast shooter, it is only in accuracy.
. He looked at the undamaged wine bottle in front of him and felt helpless: "Ensuring accuracy is indeed the most difficult part of shooting from the waist. Even for Arthur, shooting from the waist cannot guarantee a headshot."
"A gunshot to the head?" Lenny loaded the bullet and fired again. As expected, he failed. "Let's deal with the bottle first."
Brandi also loaded the bullets, put the gun back into the holster, and fired another rapid waist shot. This time, it was not without success. A wine bottle shattered into pieces with a "snap".
Lenny was not happy now: "Hey, I'll go and hit your own bottle. What's going on if you hit my bottle?"
"You think I want to, but I can't control it." Brandi was a little helpless.
"Hey! Brandi!" Arthur suddenly shouted, "Come here!"
When Brandy heard Arthur's voice, she stopped arguing with Lenny, ran to Arthur, saw Sadie beside her, and politely held up the brim of her hat: "Good morning, Mrs. Adler.
Se, what's the matter?"
"How do you feel? Have you found the trick?" Arthur asked with a smile.
Brandi scratched his head and said: "Although the speed of drawing the gun has caught up, the accuracy is still not good. I always feel that something is missing, but I don't know exactly what it is."
Arthur nodded and said: "It's good to have this feeling. After all, you have only practiced for less than half a day. By the way, Mrs. Adler seems to have something to ask you. You can talk to her. I'll go see Lan."
Ni, don’t look at this kid who is good at reading and writing, but he is much stupider than you in terms of marksmanship.” This chapter has been completed!