The stars are hidden in the sky, the sun is rising in the east, the roosters are singing, the pigs and sheep are noisy, and the early morning of Valentine wakes up the inhabitants.

Brandi lay on the soft bed of the inn, enjoying the comfort she hadn't felt in a long time. The last time he felt this kind of comfort was in his previous life, he thought that he had no chance of this kind of comfort in this life, but he didn't expect that in the world more than a hundred years ago, he could have the experience of lying on the soft bed in his bedroom before.

He had already woken up, and the first sound of the rooster had settled, but he didn't remember, and of course, there was nothing he needed to get up to do at once. Tomorrow, Hosea's pre-set date for correspondence was just a matter of writing a letter, and it would not take much time to rush to this time.

So Brandi was like a real gentleman with nothing to do, lying in bed, enjoying the warm morning light approaching late spring.

There was a knock on the door, and a little girl with two braided braids who looked young walked in with a tray and a steaming cup of coffee and a plate of breakfast with muffins, crispy bacon and omelette.

"I shouldn't have ordered breakfast service, did I?" Brandi asked, a little confused.

"Breakfast is a gift from the restaurant, sir." The little girl said obediently.

"This thoughtful room service makes you feel like you're in paradise, and who can believe it's in the pretty wild Midwest of the United States." Brandi thought so and took in the freshly baked breakfast, and of course, he hadn't forgotten to put a 50-cent coin on the tray as a tip for the little girl.

It was the first time that the little girl had received such a tip, and she was so happy that she wanted to jump three feet high, and she said thank you as she jumped out of the room. The 50 cents was a big step closer to the white floral dress she had been dreaming of for a long time.

Brandi took a sip of his coffee, which was well off, and although he preferred to drink stronger coffee now, the cup in his hand was not bad now; The bacon is a little burnt, but it doesn't matter, this kind of stuff is more charred and tastier; As someone who likes to fry eggs to the fullest, Brandy is a little unaccustomed to the more popular heat, but it's not a new experience; The muffins are nicely done, fluffy and delicious, with fresh jam that would make the taster fall into a sweet and fluffy tenderness.

Such a breakfast was not a rarity in those days, but it was different for people who were on the move all year round, such as Brandy. He didn't expect that he would have the opportunity to eat such an ordinary but exquisite meal in this era, and he didn't expect that these foods, which were not unusual in his eyes, would be so delicious that he drank the last bit of coffee grounds in his cup, and he still felt unsatisfied.

There was another knock on the door, and this time it was a little boy who stood outside the door with a stack of brand new clothes, not speaking, just smirking.

Brandi then remembered that yesterday he went to the ready-to-wear store in the town - the ready-to-wear store and the grocery store are separate, which is different from the game - ordered a few sets of clothes he liked, and the suit he wore yesterday was a set of clothes that he had no other changes into, and he urgently needed a set, so he bought a set of finished products - of course, he also changed it according to his own size, the style was young according to the boss's words, but he didn't like the color of the clothes, but he was in a hurry, and he didn't have any other choice, What's more, wearing this outfit, no one doesn't treat him as a person, so why not.

Tossing the boy a half-dollar coin, Brandi began to sort out the outfits. He ordered 7 sets of his own outfits, which the boss naturally couldn't do right away, but he had made an appointment to complete all the orders in the coming week, and now it was the first set.

After cleaning up, Brandi had already changed into her clothes. A brown detective hat, an olive-green Mexican shawl, a brown wool waistcoat, a white shirt, plus dark brown shotgun pullovers, matching cycling jeans, and luxurious ruthless boots in black and gold, and spurs to match them - gold inlays are a must, and he has too much money to spend it anyway.

Putting on this outfit, Brandi looked at the self in front of the mirror, who almost exactly overlapped with the image in his memory, except for the wind and frost that he had not spent some time grinding, and smiled with satisfaction.

"What a dog-like bastard, isn't it, Mr. Brandy Munney?" He teased himself, tied the belt of the gun hanging on the wall around his waist, and left the room.

Cavein's stables are right next to the inn, and if guests need to stay in the hotel for a long time, the stables not far away are better for them to keep their horses and carriages than the stakes outside the hotel.

Today, an important guest was welcomed early in the morning.

"Yo, Mr. Manny, what wind brought you to us? Oh my God, you're so handsome. The owner of the stables stumbled up to Brandy, who pushed the door in, with a flattering compliment. After all, no one would say no to a well-dressed, well-mannered, skilled and inexperienced young bounty hunter, especially in their business.

There is no need to wonder why this boss would find out Brandi's identity so clearly, in the chaotic Midwest of the United States, people who have the ability to do any kind of business with a façade are not general, at least an intelligence network is a must, which can not only help him screen out valuable customers, but also help his small store avoid unnecessary risks, although it is not on the table, but it is indeed practical.

"Good morning, Mr. Bill Carson," said Brandy, holding the brim of his hat, "I'll see how my horse is." ”

"Oh, he's very nice, I've never seen such a mighty and tall horse, he's like a general, and so are you," said Bill Carson, patting Brandy's ass as he led him to the stable where the black Shire horse was, "I've done everything for this horse, and now he's legally yours, and we've got a new horseshoe for him, and he's always available for you whenever you need it, and you see, we're at your request, It has been combed with an elongated mane and tail, and dyed in the black to gray gradient you want. ”

Brandi looked at the gradient mane on Sharma's neck that had grown to cover his neck, and was a little surprised: "Can it be formed so quickly?" ”

"We have always been very productive, my dear sir." Bill Carson wouldn't tell me about the use of hair growth agents on horses, it's a trade secret.

"I'll leave you to take care of him for the rest of my life," Brandi said with a smile, "but I have other needs now." ”

"You just command, Mr. Manny."

"You see, I'm short of a horse to ride right now," said Brandy, "and I trust Mr. Carson's vision, so if you can help me with my staff......

"Ah, it's my pleasure, Mr. Manny," said the stablekeeper's eyes, "and we have recently had a few fine stallions, and while a gentleman like yours must have a good eye, I think there must be one in this batch that you can admire." ”

As he spoke, Bill Carson led Brandy out of the stable, and Brandy noticed that there were several fat, sturdy horses with smooth fur in the stable, and it was immediately clear that they were good boys who could stand all kinds of tests.

"This way, sir," said Bill Carson, as he led the way, to Brandy, "we have four horses in this batch, and this palomino-patterned one is a standard stallion, a professional racing horse, perfect for a young man of your temperament; The big iron-gray guy here is Alden Horse, oh roar, you see it, it's a big guy, isn't it? This is a serious horse, which I have spent a great deal of money to acquire, and it is very bold, but it is as tame as a girl, and I think he is very well suited to a warrior like you, who often fights against evil; As for this horse with a delicious chocolate sand color, it is a warmblood from the Netherlands, and it is very good in terms of vitality and agility; The last one, a Hungarian mixed horse I imported from New Austin, has a distinctive dark grey markinged coat, and although he is not the fastest and relatively vulnerable, this horse has always been known for its fearlessness and outstanding endurance, and I am sure that if you choose him, he will be your reliable companion. ”

Bill Carson said as he observed Brandi's expression, but he only saw a trace of entanglement and hesitation, this is not the kind of eyes full of desire to buy, and customers with this kind of eyes generally have a ninety percent chance of not succeeding if they can't give him satisfactory results. But fortunately, he still has a way.

"If you don't like that, that's okay," said Bill Carson, pulling out a fancy booklet and handing it to Brandi, "you can order any kind of horse you want here, of course, it's in this booklet, and you can also order feed, saddles, everything you can think of about horses." ”

Brandi flipped through the book and asked, "Can you get all the horses on it?" ”

"Of course," said Bill Carson confidently, "our stable has a business with the stables of St. Denis, and if they can get it, we can get it." ”

"Oh? It's a fresh stubble," Brandy raised an eyebrow, then pointed to a page in the booklet, and said, "I'll pick this one, how long will it take you to get it?" ”

When Bill Carson saw that Brandi had chosen a Turkmen horse, he was immediately puzzled: "This kind of horse is very rare, and it is not easy to get by, and I don't even know if there is a stock on St. Denis." ”

"I remember you said you could get any horses on it," said Brandy, closing the book and tossing it back into Carson's arms, "Looks like you've overestimated your abilities, Mr. Carson." ”

"Oh, Mr. Manny, don't worry," said Bill Carson, who hurriedly stopped Brandi who was about to leave, "I just said it couldn't be done, I didn't say it couldn't be done." ”

"I don't have months to wait for you to get it." Brandi finished speaking, and walked away.

"A month at most," Bill Carson gritted his teeth, "at most a month and you'll receive the Turkmen horses you want." ”

"In that case, I'll wait for you for a month," said Brandy, "and I'll only want the black one beforehand." ”

"No problem, sir, as you wish," the corners of Bill Carson's mouth twitched again, but still smiling, "do you have anything else to need?" ”

Brandi thought for a moment and said, "If you need to contact me during this time, if I am still staying here, just leave a message from the innkeeper, and if I leave, write a letter and leave it at the post office." ”

"Yes, Mr. Manny, no problem, Mr. Manny," said Bill Carson in a loud voice from behind as he watched Brandy leave, "and if you need to send your horses to other stables in the future, just go to the post office and send us a telegram, and I promise you will receive your horses in the stables of your town within three days!" ”

"Hah, that explains why the stables in the game are common everywhere." Brandi sneered to himself.

Leaving behind the flattering stablekeeper, Brandy approached the town's pharmacy and bought a series of potions he needed under the boss's guidance, as he had done at the stable. As he was about to settle the bill, he suddenly noticed the door that led to the inner room of the pharmacy and asked, "Doctor, you must have some good goods on display, right?" ”

"You've bought the best product in the store, sir." The doctor smiled.

"How do I think there's something better behind that door?" Brandi asked with a smile.

The doctor's face immediately turned pale, and he tried his best to hide his gaffe, and said, "Sir, don't be kidding, all my goods are here, over there, oh yes, that's my private domain, and there's nothing left except for some daily necessities." ”

"Oh?" Brandi looked skeptical, "Why do I think your look isn't quite right?" ”

"This ...... Maybe it's hot, hahahaha. "The doctor does feel sweaty now, it's just cold sweat.

"Hmm...... Indeed, spring is coming to an end soon, isn't it," Brandi snorted, turned to leave the clinic, and said, "Thank you, doctor, I'll be here to take care of your business if I need to." ”

"That'...... Thank you very much, Mr. Manny, and you go slowly. The doctor sent Brandi away, wiped the sweat on his forehead with trepidation, let out a long sigh of relief, and muttered to himself: "It's okay, it's good that no one found out, if something goes wrong, it's better to be beaten down, I'm afraid that my net worth will be difficult to protect......"