When Brandy opened her eyes, the summer morning light had passed through the gaps between the branches of the dense forest around the camp, painting swaying light and shadow on the open space of the camp.
Climbing up from the bed that was slightly damp due to yesterday's rain, Brandi came to the other side of her residence. That position was facing the most open view of the camp. Looking far into the distance, she could see the ever-flowing Dakota River and the
The rolling hills in the distance.
At this time, it is the time when the morning fog is filled. Due to the moist air left over from yesterday's rain, today's fog is particularly thick. Even the morning sunshine that has shone on the earth cannot dispel them immediately. It can only be seen in the lingering fog.
Leave a clear light path.
Such scenery may be commonplace for other members of the Van der Linde Gang, but for Brandi, who grew up in a modern city in her previous life and has only spent time in snowy mountains and small towns in this life, it is indeed rare.
Wonderful scene.
Although he knew very well that the essence of this scene was called the "Tyndale effect" in physics, but when he witnessed this rare spectacle for him, his scientific thinking was somewhat lacking in ordinary people's thinking.
Romance that can be experienced intuitively, so at times like this, he can always temporarily put aside the rational part of his brain and let the perceptual part take over. He always believes that only in this way can he fully feel the beauty of nature.
Taking a deep breath of the fresh and humid air in the mountains, Brandy briefly moved the joints up and down her body, then turned around and left, preparing to drink a cup of coffee for breakfast. In my impression, this seemed to be something that almost all gang members would do.
Some habits.
When he came to the saucepan with the coffee pot, Sadie, still in her pajamas, had just filled a cup of coffee for herself.
"Good morning, Brandi," Sadie greeted as she took a sip of steaming coffee, "it seems like you have fully recovered."
"Oh, good morning, sister," Brandy picked up an unused empty cup and took the coffee pot from Sadie's hand, saying, "It's almost done, normal actions are no longer a problem."
"Just call me Sadie," Sadie smiled slightly and said, "Actually, I've wanted to say it for a long time. Although we are indeed brother and sister, we always call me this way. Anyway, I don't feel comfortable. You say
Woolen cloth?"
"Ah, so it turns out that calling someone like this would make people feel uncomfortable?" Brandi, who was an only child in her previous life, thought with some confusion.
But soon, he chose to respect Sadie's wishes and said, "Okay, Sadie, how is camp life?"
"Although I'm still not used to it, at least I've lived a stable life for a while." At this point, Sadie sighed softly and said, "Every day I just wash and sew clothes, or help in the kitchen and do chores. It's really boring.
.”
When Brandy heard this, she smiled knowingly and said, "For you, this is indeed too boring."
"Besides, I don't know if it's my imagination," Sadie paused and said, "I always feel that the people here, whether they are men or women, seem to have a certain way and attitude towards me... I don't know what to do.
The description makes me feel uncomfortable anyway."
"I think maybe it's your illusion. Everyone here, except for a very few people, should be very friendly." Brandy said.
"However, your feeling is indeed correct, Sadie," and when she said that sentence, Brandy was thinking like this in her heart, "The attitude you feel, if you put it more than a hundred years later,
The United States may be regarded as sexist, but it is a common thinking in this era. Even in the Vanderlinde Gang, which is already very inclusive in comparison, it is inevitable. After all, not everyone will
Treat yourself as your equal as your husband."
At this time, Sadie asked: "By the way, Brandi, I remember you are going hunting today, right?"
"Yes, I'll pack up and leave later." Brandy nodded and said.
"Can you take me with you?" Sadie lowered her voice and said, "I really want to go out for some air and do some things they think only men can do."
"I have no objection, but you should have other work to do today, right?" Brandi said.
"I'm just helping the fat, greasy chef chop vegetables," Sadie curled her lips subconsciously and said, "But I think he will probably have to wait for your prey to come back before he can start cooking today. Tell him,
Anyway, there is no shortage of me in the camp."
"Yeah, that's fine," Brandi nodded and said, "I'll take care of Pearson, and I'll leave you with the weapons and equipment."
"It's a small matter." Sadie's mood seemed to become much more high-spirited because of this, and even the pace of turning around and leaving became much brisker.
"Well, it seems that she has been holding back a lot recently," Brandi thought, looking at Sadie's leaving figure, "but the sooner Sadie is allowed to show her strength, the sooner she can become a member of the gang.
At the same time, I will immediately have one more person available for combat effectiveness. No matter from which angle you think about it, this will be beneficial without any harm."
Thinking like this, he had already arrived at Pearson's side. At this time, the gang's chef was sitting in his chair, holding a steaming cup of coffee, wondering what he was thinking about.
"Hey, hey!" Brandy tapped her fingers on the table next to her.
"Huh?" Pearson suddenly came to his senses and saw that it was Brandi. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's you. What's wrong?"
"I'd like to borrow someone from you." Brandi smiled.
"Borrowing someone?" Pearson asked suspiciously, "You shouldn't tell me this kind of thing. Go find Dutch and borrow whoever you want."
"That's not what I meant," Brandi said. "Isn't it Sadie's turn to help cook today? I want you to lend her to me."
"No." Pearson refused decisively.
"Why?" Brandy didn't expect Pearson to refuse so decisively.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Do you know how difficult it is to feed so many people? Do you think I am some kind of omnipotent god who can use a magical method to feed everyone in the camp alone?
Are you all fed?" Pearson said forcefully, "Someone has to help cook every day. This is the rule that Ms. Grimshaw and I set together. If she leaves, who will do it?"
Brandy didn't know why Pearson was so angry today, but he guessed that it was probably because he questioned Pearson's cooking skills yesterday, which greatly hurt the chef's self-esteem, which made Pearson not look good on him.
Although it's not clear how close the facts are to his guess, in any case, since we really need something from this guy now, it's okay to lower our profile for the time being. After all, we are all family members of the same gang, and it doesn't matter what face he has.
"Hehe," Brandi put on an almost flattering smile, took out two cigars from his pocket, held one in his mouth, and handed the other to Pearson's mouth. Pearson glanced at the cigar, and then
After looking at Brandy, he took the cigar and put it in his mouth. Brandy then struck a match on the back of the chair, lit it first for Pearson, then for himself, and said, "Look,
You don’t have any prey for me to hunt now. Even if you really cook, you can’t start. So from this point of view, Mrs. Adler is actually idle. Even if you wait for her to come back, let her help you with the work.
, wouldn’t it delay much? Moreover, with more people and more horses, we can bring back more prey, right?”
Pearson took a deep breath of the cigar, and the long aftertaste in his mouth made him understand that the cigar in his hand was a rare and high-quality product. He looked up at Brandi again, shook his head helplessly, and said with a smile: "Okay.
Well, I’ll lend it to you. If you can’t bring back a decent prey today, just wait and see how I’ll take care of you.”
Hearing this, Brandi smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't let you down." After saying that, she turned and walked outside the camp. Over there, Sadie had already changed into a smart short outfit and was holding two poles in her hands.
The rifle is waiting for Brandi.
"Wait." Pearson suddenly stopped Brandi.
"What's wrong?" Brandy turned back in confusion.
"Sent me away with just a cigar? My manpower is not that cheap," Pearson said with a smile, "You have to do me one more favor."
"It's easy to talk about," Brandi heard and replied with a smile, "Can you tell me what it is?"
"It's not a big deal," Pearson said after hesitating for a moment, "I heard from the boys in the gang that you drank some good moonshine at Valentine's. Is this true?"
"That's right, the best Spice Island moonshine, what happened?" Brandy asked.
"I'm not saying that you have to do it today, but when you are free later, can you go to the town and help me get some of that kind of moonshine? Those bastards said that the wine is like a century-old wine.
, I've been craving for it for a long time." When Pearson said this, his mouth seemed to be drooling.
"What do I think?" Brandy smiled casually and said, "Leave it to me, you will soon be able to taste the taste of fine moonshine."
When Pearson heard this, he immediately smiled and said: "Then you have to hurry up, my glutton has been urging me."
Pearson's request also reminded Brandi that the tavern, which stored a considerable amount of private liquor, had been closed since the Battle of Valentine. The reason was unknown, and there was no acquisition by Smithfield.
The intention is indeed a bit strange.
"Anyway, I really should take a look," Brandy thought as she walked outside the camp. "If there really is no owner there, I still have some money in my hand to buy the tavern.
It’s not a problem, it’s just a matter of changing one’s identity, but if that’s the case, the money doesn’t seem to be enough… Well, I still need to think about this matter carefully.”
"What did Pearson say?" Sadie asked impatiently as soon as Brandi arrived.
"He agreed, but I may have to go to Valentine in two days. It's a temporary arrangement." Brandi took a Springfield rifle from Sadie and said, "Let's go, now is the time."
It's getting late, and I remember there are pronghorns, white-tailed deer and other animals around here."
"As you wish, sir." Sadie turned over and mounted a Morgan horse of her choice. She imitated the emphasis of the American soldier and said slightly playfully.
The two men and two horses left the camp side by side and walked along the railway line.
"How do we go?" Sadie was dressed in a smart denim outfit with a dashing figure. It was obvious that compared to the long waisted skirts that women of this era usually wore, the dashing denim outfit suited her better.
"Take a detour along the road and go to the nearby Dakota River," Brandy said while walking slowly while inspecting every detail of the Springfield rifle in his hand. "No matter what kind of animal, it always needs to drink water, doesn't it?
?”
"That makes sense," Sadie nodded, then asked, "I heard from Ms. Grimshaw that you went to Strawberry Town before coming back?"
"That's right, what's wrong?" Brandi said.
"I remember it was a town that was newly built a few years ago, right? How is it there? I haven't been there yet." Sadie seemed to feel much better because of going out. She was always relatively reticent in the camp.
She even started a conversation.
"A very exquisite town, built among the mountains and jungles. I heard that many people from big cities like to go there for vacation," Brandi said while lighting a cigarette for herself, "However, it's not like that.
A peaceful place." After that, he recounted his experience in Strawberry Town.
"Wait a minute," Sadie suddenly interrupted Brandy's narration and said, "That guy who is the leader at the Drooping Dog Ranch you just mentioned, what does he look like? Where is he from?"
"A tall, fat Irishman with a beard," Brandy said. "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"
"It turns out it's him." Shady's eyes instantly burst into flames of hatred, and that momentum suddenly appeared, startling Brandy beside her.
"What's wrong? What's wrong with that person?" Brandy asked hurriedly.
"That fat man was one of the murderers of my husband," Sadie almost gritted her teeth when she said this. "Only some of the people you killed that day, there were several others who were not present at the time.
, but that fat man, he was the important culprit, I remember it very clearly."
"However, none of the O'Drisco gang is innocent." At this time, Sadie's hand had gradually touched the butt of the rifle she placed on the saddle, "I will not let any of them go."
"Sadie, be patient," Brandi reminded promptly, "We are not at the Drooping Dog Ranch now, and there is no enemy in front of you, but don't worry, although he was shot twice by me, I am sure he has not yet been shot.
If you die, you still have a chance to take revenge with your own hands."
After hearing this, Sadie realized her gaffe and quickly took a few deep breaths before she calmed down. She also withdrew her hand from the butt of the gun, and the hatred and murderous intent in her eyes gradually calmed down.
"Sorry, I lost my temper." Shadi said apologetically.
"It's okay, I understand," Brandi said, pointing to the Dakota River, which was getting closer and closer ahead, "but I suggest that we dismount and walk, because the sound of horse hooves will scare away those sensitive animals.