Neither Dutch nor Arthur expected that Brandi would shoot rashly without knowing who was coming, and they didn't react for a moment. At this time, angry shouts and curses came from the place where the light was dimly lit just now. The content was unpalatable. To put it simply, he asked all the immediate family members of the shooter that he could think of.
Dutch and Arthur looked at Brandy half helplessly and half doubtfully. Brandy put down the hand holding the gun and said: "It's not peaceful around here recently. There seems to be extremely vicious gang members. This can at least scare away Xiaoxiao." Disciple."
Dutch and Arthur looked at each other and felt that although the young man's reaction was somewhat excessive, there was nothing to criticize, so they said no more.
At this time, a man with two guns in his hands came out of the snow cursing. This man wore a large white valley hat and a classic beard. A pair of triangular rat eyes flashed with blazing anger and a bit of shock. .While he whistled wildly to summon his horse, he cursed and said: "Who fired the gun just now? I only came over when I heard the boss's voice. Damn it, suddenly he fired the gun and hit him with one shot." The handle of my oil lamp was so shocked that my hand is still numb, and Belloc was also frightened away. Who did it? Huh?"
"Okay Micah, it's all a misunderstanding." Dutch said.
"Misunderstanding? Boss, I almost couldn't hold the gun with my right hand just now. This can't be explained by a misunderstanding!" Micah rarely contradicted Dutch. He looked like he was about to go crazy.
While continuing to curse, Micah searched for the perpetrator.
Dutch? Impossible, my boss is not that kind of person.
Arthur? It's possible. This strong man with English ancestry has always disliked him, but he has a calm personality and doesn't look like someone who would fire a gun for no reason. And Dutch is right next to him, so even Arthur doesn't like him. Dare to make a mistake, but to put it another way, even if it was really him who did it, Micah would have to swallow this bad breath. The reason is very simple, he can't beat this strong man, whether it is with bare hands, playing with knives or guns.
As a result, Micah's triangular rat eyes locked on the strange young man wearing a strange hat and holding a carbine.
"This little brother looks strange," Micah smiled, with a contemptuous frivolity in his tone. "Could it be that you fired the gun just now?"
Brandi, who has always been indifferent to emotions and anger, did not hide the look of disgust in her eyes at this time, and responded: "It's me, so what?"
Micah's smile immediately revealed a ferocious expression: "What? That's what I've been waiting for!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Micah's revolver was aimed at Brandy's eyebrows, and almost at the same moment, Brandy's carbine was also aimed at Micah's head.
"That's enough!" Dutch shouted, drawing everyone's attention to him, "Let's stop fighting like children, Micah, Brandi, you two can resolve your grievances in the future. .Now, Micah, tell me what you found."
Micah glanced at Dutch to make sure that the boss was not joking, so he glared at Brandy fiercely, put the gun back in the holster, and said: "Okay, you are the boss, you have the final say, but remember Come on, boy, I, Micah Bell, always hold a grudge."
"Whatever." Brandy's answer revealed a nonchalant mood.
"You're an infuriating brat," Micah gritted his teeth bitterly. Next to him, his mount, the ghost-faced Missouri Fox Trotter named "Belloc", was already waiting. Micah jumped on the horse and said:
"I found a small farm over there."
"Great," Dutch said, "Is anyone in there?"
"Of course," Micah replied. "The place was bright and noisy. It sounded like there was a party."
"Let's go take a look." Dutch said.
"Follow me," Micah said, turning the horse's head and walking in the direction he came from. "How is David?"
Dutch, Arthur, and Brandy rode up to follow Micah. Dutch responded: "Ah, he didn't make it. Neither did little Jenny."
"It's too bad. David is a good man," Micah lamented. "Both men in the Callander family are not bad, or...were not bad."
"Yeah." Dutch agreed.
"What about Mike and Sean?" Micah asked again.
"It's hard to say." Dutch gave a noncommittal answer.
"It's true that misfortunes never come singly..." Micah said with emotion.
The four horses headed towards the farm along the tracks that Belloc had previously stepped on. At this time, the blizzard's momentum had weakened slightly, but it could still hold up the pace of the four horses.
"I'm glad you're okay, Micah," Dutch said suddenly.
"Of course." Micah responded, his tone full of almost arrogant confidence.
"Ask him if he has seen John." Arthur reminded behind Dutch.
"Hey," Dutch shouted immediately, "have you seen John, Micah?"
"After the snowstorm came, I saw nothing."
"He hasn't seen him," Dutch said to Arthur.
"He'll be fine. That kid can always turn a bad situation into a good one," Arthur said.
"I hope... Mike and Sean are still alive." Dutch's tone showed a rare hint of fatigue, "Go in front of me, Arthur, and I'll come to the back."
Arthur responded, tightened his grip on the horse's belly, and then passed Dutch and came behind Micah.
"Are you sure, Micah?" Arthur's tone revealed deep distrust.
"Mr. Morgan," Micah's tone became more sinister, "I never thought I would be so happy to see you. I feel a little... lonely. Where are the others?"
"The old mining camp on the hill," Arthur said.
"Stay on the fire and wait for dad to bring us some food," Micah said, a joke he thought was funny, "I told you, we have too many people to feed."
"There are fewer people now, you should be happy, right?" What Arthur couldn't stand the most was Micah's comments.
"That's not fair, Arthur," Micah argued patiently, "What I have is the result of my hard work. Can other people get it for nothing?"
Arthur didn't respond. He didn't want to waste time on such a topic.
"Speaking of which, Mr. Morgan," Micah was also a smart man. Seeing that Arthur didn't answer, he changed the subject, "Who is that reckless kid?"
"Meet him in that village," Arthur responded. "If it weren't for him, we people would still have to drink wind and eat snow in this damn blizzard."
"Aha," Micah laughed strangely, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "A generous and good person is the kind of person you like, Arthur."
Arthur was fed up with Micah's weirdness and had no choice but to change the topic: "About that house...have you talked to the people over there?"
"No," Micah said, "It's like Dutch said... just watch, don't talk to anyone, just follow orders, you know me, I'm very obedient."
"Okay..." Arthur wanted to object to Micah's decision, but he knew very well that Micah was right. That was indeed the order that Dutch gave when arranging tasks for Micah and John. Micah
Although this person is cruel, cold-blooded, misbehaving, lawless, bad-tempered, and mentally unstable, he is indeed very obedient. To be honest, he understands what it means to obey orders and obey orders better than anyone else in the gang, maybe just like him.
Only Charles, who had just joined the gang for a few months, could compete with him in this regard. Such a person is like a very obedient mad dog. If the dog owner only raises him to bite people, then Micah can indeed complete this task.
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Seemingly tired of walking aimlessly in the snow, Arthur asked: "How far is it?"
"It's not far." Micah replied.
"How far is not far?" Arthur wanted to find out more.
"It's not far." Michael was a little impatient.
Arthur knew he would get nothing out of the question, so he had to reluctantly say: "Thank you."
"Oh, this damn snow is cold to the bone." At the end of the team, Dutch complained loudly while folding his arms and rubbing them up and down to generate heat.
The four of them crossed a small snow slope. Brandy, who had been silent, suddenly said: "Gentlemen, I know this road. I know where Mr. Bell is taking us. Can I lead the way next?"
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"Oh, that's perfect, Mr. Munny," Dutch shouted to Micah at the front at the top of his lungs, "Micah! Let Mr. Munny lead the way."
"Okay boss." Micah gently pulled the reins to control the horse's speed.
Brandy squeezed the horse's belly with her legs, and the horse neighed and quickly rushed to the front of the team: "Gentlemen, although I don't mean to rush, please speed up next, Mr. Bell.
The situation introduced made me feel something was wrong, and I thought something might have happened."
Dutch, Arthur, and Micah looked at Brandi, who was still riding fast in the snowstorm, and looked at each other.
"Something happened? What could happen?" Micah asked.
"I don't know." Dutch was also confused.
"Then what should we do now?" Arthur asked.
"What else can we do? Keep up." Dutch waved his hand, and the three of them also rode up to catch up with Brandi.
The road turned twists and turns, and the four horses ran for another distance. After reaching a low cliff, Brandy, who was rushing at the front, pulled the reins and the horse stopped suddenly in the snow. "Be quiet, gentlemen," Brandy said in a low voice.
The voice said, "We are almost there."
Standing on the top of the cliff and looking down, you can vaguely see the outline of a house wrapped in lights and firelight. Although the music and noise are not clear enough in the snowstorm, you can still hear it vaguely.
"I wonder if you are too sensitive," Micah said angrily, "What can happen in such a lively farm?"
Brandy glanced at Micah, turned to Dutch and Arthur and said: "The people who live in that farm are a couple. They have no children, let alone relatives, so no matter what, they can't make it happen."
The kind of movement that would tell you from a distance that it’s a party.”
"You mean...the person who came here is not good?" Dutch thought thoughtfully.
"Yes, Mr. Van der Linde," Brandy said, taking off her hat very solemnly, "so I want to ask you for help now. If possible, please save this family. They are kind to me.
I don't want to see them suffer accidents."
Dutch nodded and comforted: "Okay, okay, kid, relax, I promise on my name that we will do our best."
"Then what should we do?" Arthur asked the key question at the right time.
Dutch didn't think too much and just said: "Just follow my command. I already have a plan in my mind."
"First of all, gentlemen, please put out the oil lamp. You should not attract attention at this time."
Arthur and Brandy followed the instructions and extinguished the oil lamps in their hands and hung them on their saddles. Seeing this, Dutch raised the oil lamps high and rode to the front while saying: "Let's go down.
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"So, what's the plan, Dutch?" Arthur asked.
"The plan is very simple," Dutch said confidently. "I will take the lead, negotiate with them, and attract their attention. The three of you will find a bunker and fire immediately if there is any movement on the other side. Do you understand?"
"Understood." The three of them nodded.
The four of them made a circle and came to a place not far from the main entrance of the farm. After tying the horses in a hidden place, Dutch held an oil lamp and boldly went to call the door. Micah hid behind the carriage diagonally in front of the main entrance of the house.
, while Arthur and Brandy hid together in a nearby bullpen.
"Hey!" Dutch shouted, "Is anyone there?"
The sound of the accordion in the room suddenly stopped, and the originally lively atmosphere was instantly blown away by the cold wind.
"Is anyone here? Is anyone here?" Dutch asked loudly.
Two men with fierce faces, who knew at a glance that they were not good people, came out of the house. As soon as Dutch saw someone coming out, he said in a joyful voice: "Oh, hello, my friend."
In the bullpen, Arthur looked over at Dutch and whispered to Brandi: "Hey, do you know that man?"
Brandy loaded her carbine as quietly as possible and said, "Never seen that before."
Arthur nodded: "Then there's nothing to hesitate about." After saying that, he also took out his revolver.
"Hey! Daring boy!" Micah said from behind the carriage, "Look at this person in the carriage, do you recognize him?"
Brandy looked over and saw the wide-open eyes of Mr. Jack Adler lying in the carriage. She felt an unknown fire in her heart. She gritted her teeth and said, "I do know this man." After saying that, the carbine was already there.
He set it up and pointed the dark muzzle at the stranger's head outside the door.
Arthur was closer to Brandy and could feel the changes in Brandy's emotions more clearly, so he said: "Okay, then you will fire the first shot."
On Dutch's side, the two men who came out to deal with him no longer had any patience. Under normal circumstances, no matter what urgent reason you need help for, as long as you see two strong men with fierce looks and evil voices coming out of the house,
Then at least half of your courage will be lost. But this handsome and well-dressed man seems to have no intention of backing down. Those two mouths are like steam engines equipped with trains, flying up and down, eager to give him what he needs.
They won't stop until they sing about the necessity of help.
"Hey," finally, one man couldn't help it anymore, "I told you, we can't help you, leave now, don't force us to use violence."
"But, gentlemen..." Dutch still didn't give up.
The two men's hands reached for the revolvers at their waists at the same time.
Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, and the head of the man closest to Dutch shattered like a watermelon hit by a bullet. Almost at the same time, with another completely different gunshot, the other man's head also shattered.
There is an extra big hole. This chapter has been completed!