By the time Brandi rode to the Horseshoe Lookout, the rain was so heavy that neither the horse nor the horse could lift their heads.

When the black steed led Brandi into the dense forest around the horseshoe lookout, Brandi clearly felt that the sound of the rain was much quieter, and the heaviness of being overwhelmed by the rain curtain had subsided a lot, and the shadow also let out a relieved neigh, such a heavy rain was not what this Turkmen horse who had lived in an arid environment since he was a child liked.

"Who!"

Suddenly, there was a shout from the front right, and Brandi pulled the reins to stop the horse, and saw a blonde woman walking out from behind a tree with a repeating rifle.

Rao was obstructed by the raindrops, and Brandi was also shaken by the two headlights on the woman's chest, he subconsciously pressed the brim of his hat, cleared his throat, and said, "It's me, Brandi."

"Brandy?" The woman was stunned for a moment, then reacted and said, "You're back? Your wounds ......."

"It's alright, Karen." Brandi smiled slightly, his legs lightly clamped the horse's belly, and the shadow kicked the horse's hooves and continued to walk forward.

Passing through the gang's sentry and seeing a large tree in front of him, Brandi realized that after nearly two years, he had finally returned to the Van der Linde Gang's first real camp since the snowy mountains.

Near the big tree, there is an open horse grazing ground, and several horse pens cleverly separate the camp from the horse grazing ground, so that the horses will not stray into people's dwellings and affect the hygiene of the camp. Horses belonging to gangs and individual gang members roamed and neighed, including the huge black shire horse named Dali by Brandy.

As if seeing a familiar figure, Da Li snorted, slowly leaned up, raised his head and rubbed Brandy's abdomen.

"Oh, long time no see, brother," Brandi gently stroked Da Li's forehead, then turned over and dismounted, and whispered to Jueying, "This is Da Li, you two should get to know each other first, don't forget to get along with the other brothers and sisters."

Jueying hissed softly, then turned around and took the initiative to touch his nose with Da Li.

"This guy isn't as unruly as I thought." Brandy looked at the two horses that seemed to be on good terms, and thought with relief as she turned and walked towards the camp.

Behind the horse fence, there are several tents of various sizes in the open space surrounded by sparse trees.

Some of these tents are very simple, just a canopy that looks too much to withstand even ordinary wind and rain, a narrow bunk, and some are more complicated, either used for camp activities, such as the more conspicuous Pearson carriage, under which are the kitchen utensils, cutlery, beer crates, animal flesh and carcasses, and all kinds of things, or private tents belonging to certain gang members, such as Arthur, under the wagon body and canopy are stacked or placed or placed all kinds of things, such as John, A large spire tent, I can't see what is inside, but it can be seen that at least John's treatment is different from the other members.

As for the one in the middle of the camp, with the best view, and more like a royal palace than the other tents, it belonged to the leader of the gang, Ducky van der Lind.

At this time, due to the rain, the overall activity of the gang was basically at a standstill, except for the uncle, who was always drunk and slept in, and Kieran, who was still a prisoner, everyone else basically stayed under the canopy of their respective tents.

Ducky's luxury tent was closed at this time, and it was impossible to see what was going on inside, but seeing Ducky and Hosea sitting under the tent that stretched out next to the tent, one sitting on a chair and the other standing on the side, one could guess that Ducky's mistress, the unnamed sister-in-law of the gang, Molly, was staying in the tent.

However, Brandi has no interest in this "sister-in-law" at all, in fact, when playing games in the past, Molly was the Van der Linde gang woman he hated the most, and he only had a little pity for Molly, but definitely not much affection.

He would have focused on the tent only because Ducky and Hosea had gathered around it, and it seemed like the two gang leaders were arguing about something.

"Ducky, let me make it clear," Hosea sighed, "and we really should think about getting out of here, from Valentine

I've been worried since the end of the affair, that Detective Pinkerton had visited the town a long time ago, and though we did a good job of secrecy, and they didn't get much useful information, they could dig us out sooner or later, and if they waited until then, it would have been too late."

"I'm still saying that, Hosea, you're too worried," Ducky's tone seemed to be a little nonchalantic, "As you say, Detective Pinkerton did go to that town, but what does that mean that the purpose of their visit was to investigate that cult?" This shows that those madmen have been dragged into the water by Odrysco and their own moths, and now almost all the judicial forces in Ambrino and New Hanover, whether public or private, are investigating that cult, and no one cares about our two dozen people."

"It's only temporary, Ducky, and it's hard to say if we'll be in trouble when the police and Pinkerton detectives get rid of the cultists, or when they're out of interest in clearing them," Hosea insisted, "Take the previous ticket in Snow Mountain, we robbed Cornwall's private train, do you think he won't pursue it?" He must have spent a lot of money on Pinkerton just to get us out."

"That's a shame for the big boss," Ducky said with a confident smile, "Don't forget, Hosea, dear Mr. Cornwall, a few days after our robbery of the private train, a convoy of his own was robbed and slaughtered, and only his daughter and his daughter's maid survived, and the culprit was our old friend, Colm Odrysco."

Hosea seemed to remember the incident as well, and was momentarily speechless.

"Now, then, old man, think about it, does Mr. Cornwall care more about his stack of bonds worth a thousand dollars or two, or more about his precious daughter?" Ducky's smile became more confident, "So, we have to thank our old friend, thanks to his plan and series of actions that helped us distract Detective Pinkerton, we can live the peaceful life we have now."

"Well, well, I have nothing to say about that," Hosea sighed, "but we really don't have a reason to stay here any longer, even if it is a few days before Brandi and Shaun return, so why not prepare sooner?"

"Who's to say we don't have a reason to stay here?" Ducky smiled and said, "We still need money, old man, a lot of money."

"Don't we already have $10,000?" Hosea was puzzled, "That's enough money for all of us to buy a few good plots of land in the west and live as farmers."

Ducky shook his head and said, "No, Hosea, in fact, that 10,000 dollars is not enough, don't forget, this 10,000 dollars is the commission we get for defending Valentine, so half of it is owned by the people who participated in that operation, this is the rule, you should be clear, then, what the gang really has is only 5,000 dollars, and a considerable part of these 5,000 dollars is used to take down the gun shop that has no owner, and some of it is used by me to check up and down to ensure that our whereabouts are not exposed. The last part of the rest is to be used to buy new items for the camp, and I have written all these expenses clearly in the ledger, so you might as well open it now and calculate how much of the five thousand dollars is left."

Seeing that Ducky's reason was so strong, and everything he said was indeed true, Hosea had nothing to say, so he could only express his worries: "Alas, you are right, Ducky, I am just very worried, although Valentine's matter was not our initiative, but after all, the movement was so great that almost the whole town recognized the familiar faces on the wanted list among us, and almost put the fact that we participated in that defense battle on the surface, although it was not a bad thing, But the aftermath of Blackwater's vote is too great, and whether we do good or bad things, as long as we are too high-profile, there is a high chance that it will attract Pinkerton's attention......

"Take it easy, old man, take it easy," Ducky said as he comforted Hosea, "and judging by all the signs before, we have come to the bottom, and in fact, we have reached the bottom before, and no matter how much we go, we will go up, and when all of us have returned, it will be time for us to prepare for the return of the king."

It wasn't until this moment that the two of them, who had been chatting for a long time, paid attention

Thinking of Brandy, who was already sitting under the tent next to him, Ducky looked surprised, but there was a slight teasing tone in his tone: "Ah, isn't this Mr. Moonny? Looks like you're finally willing to come back."

Brandi smiled and said, "I could have come back earlier, but I helped the store solve some problems and went to Strawberry Town, so it was delayed." So, I immediately told the two of them what happened.

In any case, even if you are really fishing for a valid reason, you can't let the boss see that you are fishing, and if you want to do this, you have to actively show your achievements to the boss, although sometimes it may not be enough to give the boss a bright feeling, but after all, it will not leave a bad impression on the boss, this is Brandi's experience in his previous life, and he thinks, the same applies now.

As Brandi thought, listening to his narration, Ducky also stopped the teasing, paused slightly, and said, "Well, it seems that Colm is indeed in trouble, and needs to disperse his men to do this kind of business."

"In this situation, I don't think he has the means to make money in this way," Hosea analyzed, "and Colm must have had some other purpose in robbing the new weapons that were flowing into the black market."

"It's not for sale, but it's no other use," Dutsy said with a confident smile, "and there's only one possibility, and that's that these new guns are for their core team."

Hearing this, Hosea thought for a moment, nodded, and agreed with Daqi's statement: "It seems that he is indeed having a hard time now."

"That's right," said Dutch, rising from his chair, "and it's not wise not to fall into the trap when your enemies are in trouble."

"Are you going to do it now?" Hosea was nervous, he felt that it was too risky.

"Of course not now, Hosea, of course not now," Dudge shook his head lightly, "but don't worry, I have a plan, and this plan will be foolproof, but right now, this plan is still missing key elements, and there are some necessary details to polish, so now is not the time to execute it."

At this point, he stretched out his hand and leaned out of the tent, only to feel the slightest cool breeze, and the raindrops the size of beans had disappeared, so he smiled and said to Brandy, "Now that you are back, enjoy the leisurely life of the camp, you have been spinning and being seriously injured during this time, and it is indeed hard."

"As long as I can make the gang better, I'm obligated to do it no matter what." Brandi lost no time in expressing his determination.

"Hahaha, alright, take it easy, I know you're loyal to me," Dudge smiled and encouraged the newcomer, who had only been on the rookie for more than two months, and then looked at the men and women who had gathered near the stew pot, and said, "Well, the stew was actually ready a long time ago, but because of the rain, the pot was covered with a lid, so we haven't eaten, but now, the only obstacle preventing us from filling our stomachs is gone, so why don't you eat a steaming bowl of stew and a cup of fragrant coffee?"

"To be honest, I can't wait." Brandi got up with a smile.

After lining up behind the men and women in the camp with an iron rice bowl that belonged to him for the time being, and scooping up some sticky soup from the still steaming saucepan, Brandi sat down at the table where he usually played dominoes, looking at the bowl in front of him called "food", and fell into deep thought.

To be honest, not to mention calling this bowl of food food, even if it was called swill, Brandi felt offended for the swill, this bowl of things, except for the color that looked like a stew, the almost pungent sour smell, the pieces of meat floating in the soup or sinking to the bottom of the bowl that I don't know what kind of creature they belonged to, all honestly told Brandi that the thing in front of him was like-flavored chocolate, and I was sorry for myself for eating it, and I was sorry for the ingredients that were abused.

Brandi looked up at Pearson's carriage and found Pearson sitting behind the board, sipping on his masterpiece, frowning and muttering something to himself, and then put down the bowl and spoon, and walked over.

"Mr. Pearson." Brandi walked over to Pearson and shouted softly.

"Ah, Brandy

"Why, aren't you hungry?" said Pearson, as if awakened from his contemplation.

"I was hungry, but after smelling your masterpiece, I'm full." Brandi tried to keep his words as direct as possible.

"Ah, I'm sorry about that," Pearson heard Brandy's voice, but he just spread his hands in frustration, "but I need materials, sir, and I can't cook a good dish without them."

Brandi understood that it was difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, so he asked, "How long has this been going on?"

"It's not long, a few weeks, to be precise, it should have started with Mr. Morgan and Mr. Smith leaving the camp," Pearson's voice revealed helplessness, "It's okay at first, there are still some stocks in the camp, but it can't stop the daily consumption, of course, there are still people who go out to hunt every day, but, Williamson's guy doesn't know how to hunt at all, and Marston is another unlucky guy, bringing back some rabbits, raccoons, and even skunks at most every day, what can I do?" Whatever they give me, I'll have to figure out how to make it something for adults to eat, ah, but it looks like today is another day of failure."

"Tsk, that's something to keep an eye on," Brandimmore said, holding his chin, "Who's going to hunt tomorrow?"

"Bill." Pearson replied.

"Hey! Bill!" Brandi turned to Bill, who was struggling to swallow his food, and shouted, "How about I go hunting tomorrow?"

"Huh? Okay," Bill was stunned for a moment, then agreed, "I don't want to waste my time on this kind of thing anyway, if you want to go, you can go."

"Okay, that's settled," Brandi said, turning to Pearson, "So, if I can bring good ingredients, will you at least be able to make a decent meal?"

"Oh, of course, Mr. Manny," Pearson felt offended by his status as a chef, and dragged his fat body up from his chair, "and if you can bring good ingredients, I promise to make delicious food, and of course, if you can get some ingredients like that white buffalo in the snowy mountains, I'll show you what delicious food is."

"Well, I'm looking forward to that," Brandi said with a slight smile as she turned to leave, "on the one hand, in anticipation of meeting those legendary animals, and on the other hand, on the other hand, in anticipation of your cooking skills, don't let everyone down."

"Let's pray you'll catch good prey tomorrow, stinky boy." Not to be outdone, Pearson responded.

"Ah, Mr. Manny," said Susan Grimshaw, "I suppose you should have time to see your bed?"

"Oh, of course, Miss Grimshaw," Brandi nodded gentlemanly and smiled, "I do want to rest now."

"Very well, Mr. Manny, you're a breath of fresh air compared to the other gentlemen here," Susan said to Brandi's politeness, a rare virtue in the savagery-themed American West, as she led Brandi through the way, introducing him, "See that carriage on your right now?" I think you'll be familiar with it, right? That's right, that's your own carriage, because you have more things, so I arranged you alone between the men's bunks and my carriage, which is a rare good treatment, so that you don't have to endure the snoring of those rough men, and come together every day, the first thing you see is the men's favorite card table, but, unfortunately, you don't have a bed, so you can only sleep on the floor temporarily, but if you have a way to get a bed in the future, you can also bring it back, I and the girls will arrange it for you, in addition, All your things are still in the carriage body, and you can clean them up as you please, and I won't let my girls interfere in this regard."

At this point, Susan looked at Brandi and said, "How's it going? Are you still satisfied?"

Brandi smiled and nodded, "Couldn't have been better, thank you."

It seems that because I like this polite young man in my heart, it seems to be because of my age, once Susan's conversation box is opened, there is a feeling that the surging river is endless, introduction

After finishing Brandi's residence, she began to talk about all aspects of the camp for Brandi, of course, she didn't think it was superfluous, after all, in her cognition, Brandi was the first time to come to this camp, so naturally she had to explain everything to him clearly, so as not to have any problems in the future, and she had to help clean up the mess.

However, Brandy himself knew that he had already wandered around this peaceful camp as Arthur many times, and that he was familiar with every tent, any wagon, and even the haystacks stacked on the periphery of the camp, and he even boasted confidently that he knew it better than Susan Grimshaw, the Van der Linde Gang logistics director.

But he did not interrupt Ms. Grimshaw's tirade, but listened quietly, answering from time to time, like a wanderer who had returned from a long journey, and listened to his old mother turn the old sesame seeds and rotten grain upside down like a treasure, but he did not get bored.

Perhaps, as early as in his previous life, he had regarded this small camp, which could only be seen through the computer screen, as his other home.