A few weeks later.

Valentine seems to have returned to its original appearance, and thanks to the concerted efforts of the whole town, the rebuilding of the town is progressing much faster than anyone expected.

Now, only the half of the barn of Valentine's Ranch still stands, like a lonely monument, commemorating the battle that is destined to go down in history, but I heard that the reason why this house has not been taken care of so far is that no one has been found willing to pay for it, the owner of this ranch died in the defense of Valentine, and the family of the ranch owner has long been sent by the boss to the last train to New Austin, and no one of his relatives has come to claim his bones.

So, the rancher's body had been cremated and handed over to the town church for safekeeping, and his assets, according to Sheriff Malloy, would be auctioned to appraise and auction the rancher's land and assets if another month from now, and no immediate family members of the rancher had come to claim them.

In addition, Valentine had largely returned to his former prosperity, the stables were open as normal, the inn was open to welcome visitors from all directions, and the townspeople, most of them wounded and sad-faced, seemed to be closer to each other and more positive about the future.

Chadwick Farm is the southernmost part of Rose's house.

Brandi was still lying on the bed, but his posture was much more casual, his naked upper body was still wrapped in bandages, but it could be seen that there were no new traces of blood oozing from the bandages, according to Marty, if she lasted one more day today, she would be able to use only gauze and tape to cover the wound tomorrow.

At this time, he was writing words in his small notebook that others couldn't understand, and his toes shook a little, very leisurely and comfortable.

At this time, the doors and windows of the room were open, mixed with a slight smell of livestock, but still refreshing through the hall, the wind was blowing, very leisurely, very comfortable.

With a "squeak", the back door of the hut was pushed open, and Marty walked into the room with a large basin of washed clothes, she turned her head to look at the leisurely Brandi, and said, "Mr. Manny, are you busy right now?"

"Now? It's still a little bit, but it's not going to be busy soon," Brandy said this, and quickly wrote two lines in his notebook, then put the notebook and pen away, and said, "Okay, not busy now, little Marty, is there anything you can do?"

"I've said it many times, don't call me that," said Marty, as she hung the laundry on the rope hanging from the front room, "if you really want to call me more formally, just call me Miss Ross like everyone else."

"Oh, come on, little Marty, it's not a formal occasion now," Brandi smiled and said, "Let's get down to business, did you need me to do anything when you asked me like that?"

Marty didn't continue to dwell on the issue of titles, maybe because Brandi never changed, or maybe she was getting used to having someone other than her mother call her that.

As she continued to dry her clothes, she said, "I didn't want to bother you, but I'm really busy right now, and if I go back after my work, I won't be able to make lunch in time."

"You could have bothered me a long time ago," said Brandi, rising from her bed, "I could have done some of your chores a week ago."

"You can barely do it now, but you can't do it then," Marty said in a tough tone, like a patriarch teaching a disobedient family member, "Don't argue with me, I said you can't do it at that time, you just can't."

"Alright, alright, alright," Brandi said helplessly, holding up his hands to signal Marty to calm down, "Now tell me, what do you need me to do?"

Marty wiped her soap-froping hands from her apron, walked up to Brandy, took a few silver-gray coins from the pocket of her apron and stuffed them into Brandy's big hand, and said, "Help me go to the grocery store and buy some turnips, potatoes, and celery, and two pounds of beef, and remember to look at Uncle Butcher, don't let him cut some leftovers for me."

Brandi took the money in his palm and said, "I will not fail in my mission."

After Marty handed the money to Brandi, she immediately turned around and continued to dry her clothes, saying, "Go and come back quickly, don't be here."

Linger on the road, especially don't go to the tavern to drink, do you hear me?"

"I hear, I hear, my dear Miss Rose." Brandi replied with a slight impatience as she got dressed.

After a while, Brandy Munny, wearing a blue shirt, black trousers and boots, and a black gambler's hat, adjusted the position of the hat on his head, and left Marty's house and walked towards Valentine.

Along the way, Brandy saw a lot of carriages and travelers on horseback coming and going, which made him happy, because it showed that Valentine had indeed returned to his basic productive life.

Sometimes, along the way, you will meet some familiar faces, all of whom are survivors of the battle. When they saw Brandi, they would smile and nod their heads, as if they were seeing a familiar friend or a close comrade-in-arms, and Brandi would smile and hold his hat in return.

Perhaps only those who have experienced that battle can comprehend this tacit understanding, because only those who have fought side by side can truly understand this kind of friendship.

Marty's house was indeed not far from town, and soon Brandy was walking to the door of the sheriff's office.

Sheriff Curtis Malloy leaned against the doorpost as usual, and when he saw Brandi's familiar face, which he hadn't seen for a long time, he straightened up, stepped forward with some surprise, gave Brandi a big hug, and said, "Hey, Brandi, I thought it would be a while before I saw you, it looks like you're almost healed, and you're starting to bounce around now?"

"It's not about bouncing around, it's just buying something for the little head of the family," Brandi said with a smile, "It's you, Mr. Sheriff, who haven't come to see me for so long, and I thought you had forgotten that I was such a person."

"It's been a bit of a lot this month, and I've had to coordinate the damage to the town, oversee the reconstruction, and deal with the marshals, the governor, the military, and even Detective Pinkerton, and I'm so busy that I have to forget how to get to my house, so you can understand more," Sheriff Malloy responded with a smile as he showed him the brand new badge on his chest, "Oh, by the way, I've been a marshal in my state since the day before yesterday, and since there is no suitable candidate for the town sheriff yet, so until then, This town is still under my rule."

"Oh, that's congratulations, Marshal Malloy." Brandi said with an exaggerated French bow.

The new bailiff laughed heartily and said, "Well, don't forget the task that Miss Ross has given you, it's a difficult little girl to deal with."

"Then I won't bother, Your Excellency Bail."

After greeting Curtis Malloy on a happy occasion, Brandi continued to the grocery store, but within a few steps, the smell of wine, piano, and noise wafted from the Smithfield Tavern and captured his newly released heart.

It only took about a minute for Brandi to forget about Marty's request and "just go for a drink, it shouldn't be a problem," he thought, pushing open the small tavern door where there were still bullet marks.

As soon as he pushed the door open, Brandi heard Javier's familiar voice before he could take a closer look at the bar.

"One more drink." He smiled heartily, showing his heroic nature.

Brandi saw clearly that on the other side of the bar, Javier and Charles were surrounded by two beautiful women, flirting with girls and drinking freely, which was very enjoyable.

At this time, Javier noticed Brandi who was walking towards them, and immediately greeted enthusiastically, "Hey, Brandi, I didn't expect you to recover so well. Huh? Why are you dressed like Arthur?"

"It's not quite quite good," Brandi replied with a smile, "I guess you're more interested in the two beauties next to you than talking about my clothes, right?" Look at you, your mouth is almost up to the root of your ears."

"Oh, of course, Ago, of course," Javier said, putting his arm around Brandi's shoulders and introducing him to the two beautiful ladies beside him, "Come on, Brandi, come and meet our new friends."

"Nice to meet you, two beautiful ladies." Brandi Light

He gently lifted the brim of his hat and said.

"Oh, hello, handsome sir," said one of the two beauties, a woman with chestnut hair and a looming figure, "and look, are you as strong as teak mountain?"

"Oh, you're coming, Anastasia," said another black-haired beauty in a slightly defiant tone, "and anyone can tell that this guy is a bastard."

"Aha, that's right, yes, he's a bastard," Javier laughed and coaxed, "Isn't it, Brandy?"

"Say whatever you want, Javier," Brandi didn't have time to argue with two women who had never known each other right now, he just wanted to come for a drink, meet an old friend, and just want to have a little chat, not to mention, these two women who seemed to be new women had been disagreeing with him recently, so he planned to treat them in the most direct way, "Let's make it clear, how much are you two worth?"

This sentence touches the bottom line of women, whether they take out themselves or not, it is extremely impolite to speak like this.

"Should I use this attitude when speaking to a lady?" The exaggerated lady asked rhetorically, a little irritated.

"Oh, I really didn't know I was talking to a lady at the moment." Brandi was very unceremoniously-for-tat.

Brandi's tough attitude really angered the two women, and they said "forgive me for not being with me" and left, although Javier and Charles tried to keep them with words and even physical objects, but they couldn't stop them from leaving.

"Oh, my friend, I remember you weren't very good at talking to girls?" Javier said to Brandi with a little disappointment and chagrin.

"yes, a playboy with a lot of charm," Brandi smiled, grabbed the glass on the table and drank it down, "just the two of you?"

"Oh, Bill is here too, but he's not here right now, but I don't want to think about it now......" Javier said half-drunk, when suddenly, the tavern door was slammed open, and Bill slumped in, and Javier immediately said, "Look, he's coming."

When Bill broke into the tavern, he happened to collide head-on with a drinker who wanted to get out of the tavern, and the two immediately quarreled, and after a few words, they began to push and pull each other.

"Does he want to kiss that guy or do he want to punch that guy a few times?" Brandi was a little puzzled by the current situation.

At this time, Bill clasped the opponent's head with both hands and slammed him into the table next to him that was playing Texas Hold'em, and the surrounding drinkers immediately stood up, and the tavern fell into chaos in an instant.

"Oh, I think we already know the answer." Javier said, picking up the bottle on the table, aiming at one of the closest drinkers with his back to him, and slammed it with lightning speed, knocking the drinker who wanted to join Bill's warband to the ground, and then scuffling with another drinker on the side.

Charles didn't speak, but that didn't mean he would be indifferent to such a thing, and when the chaos began, he grabbed a chair and knocked the nearest brawler unconscious, and then pounced on another drinker who was involved in the fight.

"Good fellows, what a bunch of troublemakers." Brandi thought this, and just as he didn't know what to do, a half-drunk drinker locked his eyes on him and said, "You, just you, come here!" After saying that, he smashed his fist at Brandi.

Brandi did not hesitate, and he did not show mercy, and the injuries on his body were not yet healed, so in the face of the current situation, it was necessary to use the most effective means to solve the opponent.

He raised his hand to block the opponent's fist, and when the opponent had not withdrawn his fist, he flipped his wrist and directly clamped the opponent's arm under the armpit, and the opponent's body immediately lost its balance and was at his mercy.

Brandi didn't spare his hand, his other free hand clenched into a fist, and began to shoot at the man's face one by one, until the other man begged for mercy, and he threw the man whose nose had been broken by him to the ground.

Bill's situation at this time is not optimistic, because he is instigating the incident, so now he is facing several people under siege, and he is trying to resist while shouting, "Let's shoot these bastards!"

"Oh, please, you

Don't you think you're messing around enough?" Charles punched his opponent in the face, knocking him back two steps in quick succession, and Charles grabbed the man by the collar and slammed it into the head, saying, "We can get these fools!"