Watching Arthur run to guide Lenny, Brandi looked back at Sadie: "Sister Sadie, what's the matter?"
Although Brandi has always called Sadie Mrs. Adler in front of others, in fact, the two of them have long been good brothers and sisters. The reason for doing this is because he still treats some people in the gang.
With a considerable degree of vigilance, he did not dare to expose the relationship between the two before Sadie had completely transformed into the Valkyrie.
"I thought you had completely forgotten about me as your sister." Sadie's tone was rather resentful.
"How could it be possible?" Brandi smiled. "It's mainly because I don't trust some people in the gang and I don't dare to expose the relationship between us."
"It seems that you are getting along quite well with these gang members. You have someone trustworthy so quickly?" Sadie still equates the Van der Linde gang with the O'Drisco gang, even though it has been half a month.
The interactions she had had told her that this was not correct, but she always believed that outlaws were outlaws, and it was certain that they would commit all kinds of evil.
Brandy understands Sadie's mentality very well. After all, her husband died at the hands of a vicious gang member half a month ago. Although he is now taken in by the gang and receiving care, some things have become a stereotype.
Perception cannot be changed.
"Speaking of which, what does my sister want from me?" Brandy decided to change the topic.
"I want to bury your brother-in-law properly," Sadie mentioned this, tears began to well up in her eyes again, "He has been lying in the ice and snow for half a month, he... he must be cold, even if it is
Even dead people crave warmth, right?"
"Okay, stop talking, sister," Brandy never wanted to see a lady cry, especially when he saw Sadie, whom he regarded as a relative, so sad. He helped wipe the corners of Sadie's eyes and said, "You go back and add a few more."
Clothes, I’ll go find them to borrow some tools, and we’ll go back in a while, okay?”
Sadie nodded, returned to the house, added a thick shawl to herself, and put on a thick coat. When she came out again, Brandy was already waiting outside with two horses.
Hosea, who looked the second oldest in the gang, was helping to put shovels and other tools on the horse. After wrapping them in scrap leather, he put them on Brandi's horse. Seeing Sadie coming, Hosea helped him
He held up the brim of his hat, but the same action showed a different kind of gentlemanly demeanor: "Be careful on the road, Mrs. Adler, may your husband rest in peace."
"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Matthews." Sadie bowed deeply to express her gratitude.
"Okay, Brandy, please be safe on the road. Although we have cleaned up, it's hard to say if there are any remnants of O'Drisco's people wandering around here. Go and come back quickly." Hosea put the tool in his hands.
Fasten it firmly, say.
Brandy nodded and said, "Don't worry, I can handle it."
While talking, Shadi also got on the horse. After saying a simple goodbye, the two rode out of Plow Village.
Maybe it was because the weather had improved, or maybe they wanted to reach their destination faster, so they traveled much faster than expected.
"Sister!" Sadie heard the shout and turned her head subconsciously. Seeing Brandy throwing a double-barreled shotgun, she immediately raised her hand to catch it.
"It seems you don't think of me as a weak woman." Sadie checked the bullet in the gun chamber and said.
Brandy threw some bullets and said, "I haven't forgotten who laid the foundation for my marksmanship."
Sadie rarely showed a smile, but the smile disappeared in a flash. She looked at Brandy and said with some concern: "Brandy, what are your plans for the future?"
"Why do you ask this suddenly?"
"What I'm trying to say is, are you going to stay in this gang?"
Brandy thought for a moment and said, "That should be the case in the short term."
"This is not the right path," Sadie said. "With your conditions, you can definitely find a serious job and spend your life peacefully. Why would you take the initiative to wade into their muddy waters? I know, Da
Chi Van der Linde seems to be indeed different, and his gang does not look like a vicious criminal gang, but in the end they are still outlaws, and their work is still a job that requires them to be hanged. They..."
"Sister," Brandy said to stop Sadie's chatter, pointing to the vague outline of the cabin in front of her, "we are almost there, let's deal with the funeral of our brother-in-law first."
The two walked to the front of the house and tied up the horses. Brandi pulled Jack Adler's stiff body out of the abandoned carriage next to the barn. Seeing her husband's remains that were still well preserved due to the cold, Sadie couldn't hold back her tears.
I couldn't help but burst into tears.
The two chose a relatively soft open space behind the house, dropped the spade, and dug a hole. Brandy was young and strong, and soon he dug a tomb that was long, wide, and deep enough. There was no coffin, so he had to dig a hole.
Just like that, they put the body into the grave. Then, the two of them filled it back in with the snow and soil they dug out.
There was no tombstone, only a simple cross made of wooden stakes removed from the fence. Sadie tearfully carved her husband's name and the dates of his birth and death with her own hands.
Looking at this grave, which was no different from the common unmarked graves in the wilderness except for the addition of names and dates of birth and death, Brandy didn't know what to say. He looked at the shoulder strap of the carbine on his shoulder and thought for a moment,
Holding the gun in his hand, the muzzle pointed toward the slightly dim sky.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The sound of gunshots echoed in the vast snowfield, seeming to convey the grief of the two people, reaching straight to heaven.
"Brother-in-law is a good person, right?" Brandy suddenly asked.
Sadie, who was kneeling in front of the tombstone and crying, did not answer, but nodded slightly.
"But he died and was brutally killed by bad guys, didn't he?" Brandy asked again.
Sadie didn't speak or make any movements, she just knelt on the spot.
"I don't understand any big truths, but I know that if good people deserve to be slaughtered, then there is definitely something wrong with this world," Brandy loaded the bullets in the gun one by one and said, "Maybe in the end,
The law will give these people the justice they deserve, but in today's world and in this country, there are too many places that the law cannot reach. Those bastards can become free citizens as long as they run to another place.
The wanted notices against them are no different than a pile of waste paper."
Sadie remained silent, but Brandi could feel that this woman's mood was changing.
"Then the question now returns to our side. How can good people like us safeguard our rights and interests in the current environment?" Brandi is now like a speaker, "I think we should hone our abilities and find ways to
A suitable backer, and then, to carry out our own justice.”
"The Van der Linde Gang is a very good place. They are more like thieves than gangsters. Their views on many things are actually better than most people in this society, and they have many good players. Everyone
With their unique skills, we can learn a lot of useful things from them," Brandy locked her sights on Sadie at this time, "and, the most important thing is, they have a close relationship with the murderer of her brother-in-law, the O'Drisco Gang.
There is a sworn hatred."
Sure enough, when she said this, Sadie's shoulders shook violently, as if she had been enlightened.
"Now, do you think there is any reason for us to stay in the Van der Linde Gang?" Brandy felt that she had said enough.
Sadie slowly stood up and looked back at Brandy, her still tearful eyes shone with perseverance and the flame of revenge: "You are right, Brandy, we should stay in this gang, and we should stay in this gang.
Find the right opportunity to take revenge on O'Drisco."
Brandy nodded. He knew that his words had successfully played the role of a catalyst. It seemed that the Western Valkyrie who traveled across the West and killed everyone would appear earlier.
"Although revenge is indeed a game for fools, if some things are not done, they will always become regrets. The results of letting go of hatred and resolving hatred are actually about the same." Brandy thought on the way back. This chapter has been completed!