This night, Brandi drank a lot. He didn't know how much he drank, but in his impression it was a lot.
When he woke up, he found himself lying on a large bunk on the ground.
There was only a thin layer of sheets spread under me. Fortunately, the ground underneath was relatively soft, so I didn’t feel much discomfort while lying down. The cloth roof that covered my head to protect me from wind and rain was so dirty that I couldn’t wash it out.
It is covered with the wind and frost brought by time and travel.
Brandy sat up and moved her neck, which made it click and become a little stiff.
Only then did he realize that it was already broad daylight and the sun was almost at its zenith. He was the only half-asleep person left in the Tongbu where there should have been many people sleeping.
Brandy got up from the bed in a hurry, washed up, and after packing everything, she wanted to look for clothes, but found that the clothes she wore yesterday were gone.
Brandy, who was only wearing a pair of trousers, began to wander around the camp in a panic. He was convinced that his clothes must have been taken off somewhere in the camp after drinking too much yesterday. Everything has a cause and a result, and clothes always
It is impossible to disappear for no reason.
Although he was really anxious, he couldn't bring himself to ask someone where his clothes were.
Just think about it, it must be very shameful for a grown man to ask others where his clothes are all over the camp.
And even if he is really shameless to do this, he may be able to solve the problem faster, but the consequence will be that the entire gang will know about this embarrassing incident. Brandy knows the temperament of these people very well, and they will definitely take this little thing into account.
He kept holding on to him, and a sharp-tongued guy like Arthur would even tease him in different ways. Not only did the club die at that time, but it would continue to die in the future, and even the club might die for the rest of his life. This kind of thing, Bu
Randy can't do it.
So, Brandi searched around the camp for a long time with his shirtless body slightly obscenely, but to no avail. Many people in the gang noticed his strange behavior and asked him what he was doing, but he could only
He just pretended to be a haha and got away with it. He is already very social now. If his embarrassment is made public, he will really be very social.
Finally, he noticed Sadie and Abigail who were washing clothes outside the camp, and felt that they must know something as they were doing work closely related to clothes.
Although he knew that if things had developed to this point, if he didn't ask, he would probably have to wander around the camp with his body naked like a gangster today - even though he was in his current state to ask a question.
The idea of a married woman and a widower's clothes being where her own clothes were was quite rascal in itself - but he was still hesitant.
"It's okay, it should be okay. Abigail is already the mother of the child. At least such a mature woman will not make this trivial matter known to the whole gang like a big-mouthed girl like Karen. As for Sarah,
Di, that's my sister. It should be a normal thing for a younger brother to ask his sister where his clothes are, right?"
With this thought in mind, Brandi came to Sadie and Abigail who were washing clothes.
"Good morning, Brandi." Sadie looked like she had expected Brandi to come over, and took the lead in greeting Brandi before she could think of what to say.
"Ah, good morning." Brandy responded a little uneasily.
Sadie scrubbed the heavy clothes in her hands vigorously, looking like she wasn't paying all her attention to Brandi, and asked, "Do you need help?"
"Uh, no...ah, I need it, I need it," Brandi was speechless, and her voice lowered involuntarily, "Um...sister, where did I put my clothes?"
It was Abigail who answered this question. She picked up Brandi's clothes from the basin of dirty clothes and said, "Here they are."
"Is that really the case..." Brandy had already thought of this result when he noticed the two ladies doing laundry. However, after he really confirmed this, he still felt what it meant to be at a loss.
Sadie still didn't raise her head, but raised her hand covered in soap locust foam, pointed at the pile of clothes placed under a dark brown cowboy hat on the Chase bunk where Brandy lay last night, and said: "Then
The suit is yours, don’t forget to bring over the pants you are wearing now.”
"Ah, oh, okay." Brandi immediately turned around and left to change her clothes as if she had received an amnesty.
Abigail raised her head and glanced at Brandy's slender and toned back, burst into laughter, and whispered to Sadie: "He looks like a grown man, but he is actually still a boy."
"Of course," Sadie smiled and said, "He is about the same age as your black boy. He is under twenty years old, so of course he is still a child."
The train blew its whistle and roared through the grasslands and dense forests, startling the birds in the grass and the animals in the shrubs.
Limited to the number of people in the gang, the camp of the Van der Linde gang is not very big, and it is just big enough to fully utilize the area of Horseshoe Lookout. However, just as the gang uses this land, everyone in the gang also has their own unique characteristics.
Performing their duties, keeping watch, cooking, and doing laundry. Even though some people took some time off from work, they still worked hard to maintain the normal operation of the camp.
In the huge camp, the only person with nothing to do was Brandi.
It is true that not everyone in the gang can work. For example, Dutch, Hosea and Arthur, as the veterans of the Van der Linde gang, do not need to do any chores in the camp. There will naturally be people to do those, but
Brandi is different from them, he really has nothing to do.
However, Brandy did not start to have random thoughts because of this situation. As an old man who has just been with the gang for less than a month, it is very normal for him to feel out of place both at work and in life.
He still vaguely remembered that he had this feeling when he first joined the company in his previous life. Having had similar experiences, he knew that if he spent more time with everyone, this feeling would naturally disappear.
Of course, this is indeed the truth, but it is also true that my own inaction makes me embarrassed.
Just when Brandi was about to find something to do to keep himself busy, he noticed that Leopold Strauss, who left the camp yesterday evening, was riding a silver-gray Kentucky riding horse and was a little stooped.
His body showed signs of fatigue.
"Hey, Mr. Strauss, how's your business?" Brandy stepped forward and said hello.
At this time, Brandy had already put on the clothes that Sadie had prepared for him in advance, a white cotton shirt, a brown deerskin vest, a pair of sky blue cycling jeans, paired with brown denim.
Hat, a scarf with a bright red background and dark red markings that can be used as both a scarf and a face covering. Of course, Brandy’s own riding boots and gun belt are indispensable. Now, he has changed from the young gentleman’s dress before,
He has the air of a young and promising Western sharpshooter.
"Ah, Mr. Munny, I was just looking for you," Strauss got off his horse and said with a complex mixture of confusion, anger and fatigue on his face, "Frankly speaking, today is really...
This is the most baffling day I have ever had in this business.”
"What happened?" Brandy led Strauss to the square table placed in the open space of the camp, pulled out a chair and sat down, asking.
Strauss took a few breaths, calmed his breathing, and said, "I went to the nearby town of Valentine last night. You know this, right?"
Brandy poured a cup of coffee for Strauss, nodded and said, "I know, I heard from the boss that you went to town to do loan sharking."
"That's right," Strauss took a sip of warm coffee and said, "As soon as I got there, I started looking for a suitable target, but the people in this town didn't seem to welcome outsiders, no matter what I said
What, they didn't seem to listen, they just told me to leave quickly, and the people there seemed to be in a hurry and precarious. Everyone seemed to be packing their things, looking like they were ready to run away at any time.
.”
After listening to Strauss's words, Brandi's face gradually became serious. He did not speak because Strauss had not finished speaking.
"The most terrible thing is," Strauss said here, the small eyes behind his spectacles showed an angry look, "The chief of that town and the bad-ass policemen under him are like falcons.
Paying attention to me prevents me from going too far. I haven’t concluded any business since I was busy yesterday evening. Mr. Munny, you have been in this town for a long time, so naturally you are better than me.
To know more about the situation, do you think the people in this town are just like this? Or is our whereabouts exposed? Or is there another reason?"
Brandy didn't have an answer to Strauss's question, but Strauss's words gave him a very bad premonition.
Brandy pondered for a while, stood up from the chair, and said to Strauss: "Mr. Strauss, I can't give you a good answer to your question for the time being, but I can be sure that the people in that town
People are not that bad in nature. I have some urgent matters to deal with right now. I need to take a step forward. As for you, I want to give you a suggestion, that is, don’t be busy with your small business in Valentine and surrounding areas for the time being."
After saying this, Brandi didn't care about Strauss's reaction and walked directly to Dutch's luxury tent.
At this time, Dutch was chatting with his lover Molly O'Shea in the tent. Brandy ignored the abruptness and greeted directly: "Boss, Miss O'Shea."
"Oh, Brandi, what's wrong?" Dutch asked.
"There are some things that I need to report to you, boss." Brandy said this and glanced at Molly, the meaning of which was self-evident.
Dutch understood, and turned to whisper a few words to Molly. Molly looked reluctant, and Dutch coaxed her. Only then did he get Molly's permission and leave the tent.
"What happened?" Dutch asked.
"Mr. Strauss came back just now," Brandi said. "He told me that something seems wrong with Valentine. The residents are unexpectedly xenophobic, and the police are keeping an unreasonable eye on him. I suspect there is something wrong in the town."
What happened?"
After hearing this, Dutch's expression became serious.
"It's really strange," Dutch said thoughtfully, "Has our whereabouts been exposed? The police here have begun to pay attention to us?"
"I think it's unlikely," Brandi expressed his opinion. "If our whereabouts have really been exposed, then I should have received the news as soon as yesterday, but this was not the case, so I speculated that it should be
Something happened in town."
Dutch nodded and murmured: "We just arrived here, and this situation happened in the town. If it was because of us, a town's police force plus mounted police and bailiffs, plus Pinkerton
Detective, we can’t escape even if we have wings..."
Dutch's brain was working rapidly and he made a decision quickly. He looked at Brandi solemnly and said: "Mr. Munny, now I want to give you an important task. You should go to Valentine immediately to inquire about the situation.
Come back before dark at the latest. If you can’t come back before dark, I will take everyone away immediately, do you understand?”
"I understand, boss," Brandy nodded and said, "But I still have a condition."
"explain."
"I want to take two brothers with me," Brandy said. "Considering that the current situation is unclear, it is difficult to say whether there will be any accidents. It will be safer if more people act together."
"You are very thoughtful," Dutch nodded and shouted loudly, "Mr. Iscola, Mr. Williams, come and go to Valentine with Mr. Munny to run some errands."
Javier and Bill, who were on patrol, heard Dutch's shout and came over immediately.
"All your next actions must obey Mr. Munny," Dutch emphasized. "Let's go now. I hope you can bring some good news."
Not long after, three horses galloped out and ran towards Valentine Town.
"So," Bill said a little bit sinisterly, "you are now the big star in front of Dutch? Mr. Bounty Hunter?"
"I think it's just because I happen to be more familiar with Valentine," Brandy said nonchalantly, "Compared to this, I think we should be more concerned about what happened to Valentine."
"Brandy is right, Bill," Javier said, "Dutch's order is for us to find out what's going on in the town of Valentine. That town is very important to us now."
"Haha? Javier, why are you on the same side with him?" Bill was a little surprised, and then said a little angrily, "Don't you think it's unfair? How long have we been in the gang? At least several years.
Right? But he is still just an ordinary thug with no leadership rights at all. But this kid, he has been here for less than a month, and now he can tell us old people what to do?"
"Brandy is more familiar with Valentine's situation than we are, or in other words, he should be the most familiar with Valentine among us besides Hosea, and he is young, strong, smart, and has good marksmanship.
It is very suitable to lead us to carry out this mission. I believe in Dutch's judgment. If he says Brandy is suitable, then he is suitable," Javier said unceremoniously, "Also, to correct me, simply
The only one who is just a thug and has no status is you, Bill. At least compared to you, I am still very popular among the girls. As for why you still don’t have any leadership rights, the reason is actually known to everyone, because you lack a brain."
"Okay, you're amazing, you're noble, you've never made a mistake, right," Bill said, getting angrier and angrier, "I don't understand why when you make a mistake, others will only say it was a moment of negligence.
I just neglected it once in a while, and you said I'm not smart enough?"
"What mistake did Bill make again?" Brandi asked Javier with some confusion.
"We hijacked a private train in Cornwall, remember?" Javier said. "We were planning on blowing up the tracks, and Bill was the one who knew best about making and setting explosives among us, so Dutch handed over the task of planting the explosives.
I gave it to him, but something went wrong on his side and the explosive didn't explode, so we ended up having to jump off the train. I even fell off the train. To be honest, my waist still hurts a little."
"You can only blame yourself for the pain in your back," Bill argued. "Besides, I've said it many times, you can't blame me if the dynamite didn't explode. I laid the dynamite, but it was Arthur who connected the line. He...
I just connected a wire, and no circuit was formed. It’s really a damn thing that the dynamite can explode. This matter has nothing to do with me anyway. If you want to blame it, blame Arthur.”
This group of people came to Valentine in such a noisy manner.
When the horse's hooves crossed the railway line and walked into the town of Valentine, Brandi keenly felt something was wrong.
There were obviously a lot fewer people in the town, and the remaining people looked at the group of them in a strange way, especially at him. The eyes were full of inexplicable malice, which made him feel baffled and at the same time, he gradually became wary.
.
"Hey," Bill also realized something was wrong at this time, "Do you feel anything is wrong?"
Javier's hand had already touched his revolver. He looked around at the situation and said, "It seems to be coming for you, Brandy."
"It does seem to have something to do with me." Brandy noticed that several quietly wearing police badges were already behind and on both sides of them, trying to surround them.
"How to fix it? Do you want to do it or not?" Bill looked eager to do it.
"Don't act rashly," Brandy whispered. "Now, the three of us will split up. You two go to the inn and stables in the town and take away all the things I put there. Then you will return to the camp and leave the rest."
I'll deal with it."
"No, we can't leave you here alone," Javier objected, "Daqi said that we will not give up any of our brothers."
"I'm not asking you to give up on me, but to go back and report the news quickly," Brandy explained. "Tell the boss that if I don't return to the camp within the time agreed with him, then it's up to him to decide what to do.
Already."
"I'm still worried, Brandy," Javier said worriedly, "these police are clearly up to no good."
"Don't worry, I've been with them for a while, I can handle it," Brandy said. "By the way, if you find someone following you after you leave, don't hesitate, just kill them."
"You don't need to say that," Bill took off his bolt rifle from the saddle, put it on his shoulder, turned the head of "Brown Jack" under his crotch, and said, "Let's go, Javier, remember
? We have to obey Brother Brandi’s orders.”
"But..." Javier wanted to argue, but saw that Bill had already left here on horseback. He could only tell Brandy to be more careful, and followed Bill away.
Watching Bill and Javier leave, Brandy turned her head, drove her horse to the tying post of the Sheriff's Office, tied the horse, and greeted Sheriff Malloy, who was still standing at the door of the office: "Afternoon
Okay, Sheriff, what happened? Such a big fight?"
"I'm looking for you, Mr. Munny," Sheriff Malloy took two puffs of his cigar, threw the cigarette butt away, stamped it twice with his foot, and said, "If you don't mind, how about we go in and chat?"
Brandy looked at the police officers slowly surrounding her with her peripheral vision, smiled slightly, and said, "Of course." This chapter has been completed!