By the time Brandi opened his eyes, the summer morning light had already pierced through the gaps in the dense forest around the camp, painting swaying light and shadow in the open space of the camp.

Rising from his bed, which had been slightly damp from yesterday's rain, Brandi made his way to the other side of his quarters, which was directly opposite the camp with the best view of the Dakota River and the rolling hills in the distance.

At this time, it was the time of the morning fog, because of the humid air left over from yesterday's rain, today's fog was especially thick, even the morning sun that had already shone on the earth could not immediately disperse them, only leaving a clear path of light in the mist.

Such a view may have been commonplace for the rest of the Van der Linde Gang, but it was a rare sight for Brandy, who had grown up in a modern city in his previous life and had only spent his life in snowy mountains and small towns.

Although he is well aware that the essence of this scene is called the "Tyndall effect" in physics, when witnessing this rare spectacle for him, he inevitably lacks some romance that ordinary people can intuitively experience with his scientific thinking, so at such times, he can always temporarily let go of the rational part of his brain and let the emotional part dominate, and he always believes that only in this way can he fully feel the beauty of nature.

Taking a deep breath of the fresh, humid mountain air, Brandi briefly moved his joints up and down, and then turned away to get a cup of coffee for breakfast, which seemed to be a habit for almost all gang members.

When he reached the saucepan with the coffee pot, Sadie, still in her pajamas, had just filled herself with a cup of coffee.

"Good morning, Brandi," Sadie greeted with a sip of steaming coffee, "Looks like you're fully recovered."

"Oh, good morning, sister," Brandi said, picking up an empty unused cup and taking the coffee pot from Sadie's hand, "almost, normal movement is fine."

"Just call me Sadie," Sadie smiled and said, "Actually, I've wanted to say it a long time ago, although we are indeed sisters and brothers, but we always call it that, anyway, I don't feel comfortable, what do you say?"

"Ah, does that make people feel uncomfortable?" Brandi, who was an only child in her previous life, thought with some confusion.

Soon, though, he chose to respect Sadie's wishes and said, "Okay, Sadie, how is camp life?"

"I'm still not used to it, but at least it's been a quiet time for a while," said Sadie, sighing lightly, "It's just that every day it's either washing and sewing clothes, or helping with the kitchen chores, which is really boring."

Brandi smiled and said, "It's too boring for you."

"And I don't know if it's my delusion," said Shadi, after a pause, "I always feel that the way and attitude of the people here, both men and women, seem to be a little ...... I don't know how to describe it, but it doesn't make me feel comfortable anyway."

"I guess maybe it's your delusion, everyone here, with the exception of a few people, is supposed to be very friendly." Brandi said.

"But your feeling is right, Sadie," and Brandi thought to herself when she said that, "The kind of attitude you feel may be considered sexist if you put it in the United States more than a hundred years from now, but it is a common thinking in this day and age, even in the Van der Linde gang, which is already very inclusive in comparison, it is inevitable, after all, not everyone will see themselves as equal to you like your husband."

At this point, Sadie asked, "By the way, Brandy, I remember you were going hunting today, right?"

"yes, I'll pack up and leave later." Brandi nodded and said.

"Can you take me?" Sadie lowered her voice and said, "I really want to get out there and get some air, and do something they think only men can do."

"I'm fine, but you have something else to do today, right?" Brandi said.

"Just to help that

The greasy fat chef is just chopping vegetables," Sadie pouted subconsciously and said, "But I think he'll probably have to wait for your prey to come back today before he can start cooking, and you tell him, and I'm not the one in the camp anyway."

"Well, that's fine," Brandi nodded, "I'll get Pearson, and I'll bother you with the weaponry."

"It's a small thing." Sadie's mood seemed to have become much higher because of this, and even the pace of turning away became much lighter.

"Well, it seems that she's been holding back a lot lately," Brandi thought as she looked at Sadie's back as she left, "However, the sooner Sadie shows her strength, the sooner she can become the fighting force of the gang, and at the same time, I will immediately have one more person available, no matter which way you think about it, it will be all good and harmless."

With that in mind, he had already arrived at Pearson, where the gang cook was sitting in his chair with a steaming cup of coffee, unaware of what he was thinking.

"Hey, hey!" Brandi tapped his fingers lightly on the table beside him.

"Huh?" Pearson suddenly came back to his senses, and when he saw that it was Brandi, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's you, what's wrong?"

"I'll lend you someone." Brandi smiled.

"Borrow?" Pearson wondered, "You shouldn't tell me about this kind of thing, go to Ducky, and borrow whoever you want."

"I didn't mean that," Brandi said, "Isn't it Sadie's turn to cook today?" I want you to lend her to me."

"No." Pearson decisively refused.

"Why?" Brandi didn't expect Pearson to refuse so decisively.

"Do you know how hard it is to feed so many people? Do you think I'm an all-powerful god who can feed everyone in the camp by a miraculous way?" Pearson said in a tough tone, "Someone has to help cook every day, that's a rule I set with Lady Grimshaw, she's gone, who's going to do it?"

Brandi didn't know why Pearson was so angry today, but he guessed that it was because he questioned Pearson's cooking skills yesterday, which made the chef hurt his self-esteem, which made Pearson look bad for him.

Although I don't know how close the facts are to his guess, but, anyway, since there is indeed a request for this guy now, it is okay to lower his posture for the time being, after all, they are all members of a gang, and they don't care about face.

"Hey," Brandi put on an almost flattering smile and took out two cigars from his pocket, one for himself and one for Pearson, who glanced at the cigar and then at Brandi, took the cigar and put it in his mouth, and then Brandi struck a match on the back of the chair, lit it for Pearson first, and then lit it for himself, "You see, you don't have my prey now, and even if you do cook, you can't do it, so from this point of view, Mrs. Adler is actually idle, Even if you wait for her to come back and let her do the work for you, won't it delay much? Besides, more people, more horses, can bring more prey, right?"

Pearson took a deep breath of the cigar, 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, people will lend it to you, if you can't bring back decent prey today, you can wait and see how I take care of you."

Hearing this, Brandi smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't let you down." With that, he turned and walked out of the camp, where Sadie was waiting for Brandy, dressed in a smart short outfit and carrying two rifles in her hand.

"Wait." Pearson suddenly stopped Brandy.

"What's wrong?" Brandi looked back in confusion.

"A cigar knocked me away? I'm not that cheap here," Pearson said with a laugh, "and you'll have to do me another favor."

"Well," Brandi replied with a smile on his face, "tell me what it is?"

"It's not a big deal," Pearson hesitated for a moment, then said, "I've heard from the lads in the gang that you've got a good moonshine at Valentine's, is that such a thing?"

"Nope

Wrong, the best spice island moonshine, what's wrong?" Brandi asked.

"I'm not saying you have to do it today, but when you're free, can you go to town and help me get some moonshine?" Those bastards talk about that wine like a century-old wine, and I've been hungry for a long time." When Pearson said this, the corners of his mouth seemed to drool.

"What am I supposed to do," said Brandy, smiling casually, "leave it to me, and you'll soon be able to taste the best moonshine."

When Pearson heard this, he immediately smiled and said, "Then you have to hurry, my gluttony has been urging me."

Pearson's request also reminded Brandy that the tavern, which had stocked a considerable amount of moonshine, had been closed since the Battle of Valentine, for unknown reasons, and that there was no intention of any acquisition from Smithfield.

"Anyway, I really should go and check it out," Brandi thought as he walked out of the camp, "If there really isn't an owner there, I still have some money in my hand, and it's not a problem to buy that tavern, it's just a matter of changing status, but if so, the money doesn't seem to be enough...... Well, that's something to think about again."

"What did Pearson say?" As soon as Brandi arrived, Sadie asked a little impatiently.

"He agreed, but I might have to go to Valentine in two days, so I guess it's a temporary arrangement," Brandi said, taking a Springfield rifle from Sadie's hand, "Let's go, it's not too early, I remember there are pronghorned antelopes and white-tailed deer around here."

"As you wish, sir." Sadie turned over and rode on a Morgan horse of her choice, and said playfully, learning from the American GI's emphasis.

The two men left the camp in parallel and walked along the railway line.

"How shall we go?" Sadie is dressed in a smart denim dress and is heroic, and it can be clearly felt that compared to the tunic dresses that women in this era are used to, the heroic denim dress is more suitable for her.

"Take a detour along the road to the nearby Dakota River," said Brandy, as he rode slowly as he checked every detail of the Springfield rifle in his hand, "no matter what the animal, it always needs to drink, doesn't it?"

"Makes sense," Sadie nodded, and asked instead, "I heard from Miss Grimshaw that you went to Strawberry Town before you came back?"

"yes, what's wrong?" Brandi said.

"I think it looks like a town that's been around for a few years, right? How's it going there? I haven't been there yet." Sadie's mood did seem to have become much more relaxed because of the outing, and she even began to take the initiative to talk to each other in the camp, who had always been relatively quiet in the camp.

"It's a very nice town, built in the middle of the mountains and jungles, and I've heard that there are a lot of big city people who like to go there for vacations," said Brandi, as he lit a cigarette for himself, "but it's not a peaceful place either." After speaking, he told about his experience in Strawberry Town.

"Wait," Sadie abruptly interrupted Brandi's narrative, "what does the lead guy in the weeping dog ranch you just talked about, what does he look like?" Where are the people?"

"A tall, fat Irishman with a beard," said Brandy, "what's the matter?" Any questions?"

"It was him." A flame of hatred instantly erupted in Sadie's eyes, and that momentum suddenly appeared, startling Brandi on the side.

"What's wrong? Is there anything wrong with that person?" Brandi asked hurriedly.

"That fat man, one of the murderers of my husband," Sadie almost gritted her teeth as she said this, "The people you killed that day were only a part, and a few others were not there at the time, but the fat man, he was the main culprit, I remember it very well."

"None of the Odrisko are innocent, though," Sadie's hand was touching the butt of her rifle in the saddle, "and I'm not going to spare any of them."

"Don't be impatient, Shadie," Brandi reminded in time, "It's not at the Weeping Dog Ranch right now, and you don't have any enemies in front of you, but don't worry, even though he took two of us."

guns, but I'm sure he's not dead, and you still have a chance to get revenge."

Hearing this, Sadie realized her gaffe, and quickly took a few deep breaths, only then did she calm down her emotions, and her hand was withdrawn from the butt of the gun, and the hatred and killing intent in her eyes gradually calmed down.

"I'm sorry, I lost my temper." Sadillo said apologetically.

"It's okay, I understand," said Brandy, gesturing to the approaching Dakota River ahead, "but I suggest that we dismount and walk next, as the sound of horses' hooves will scare away the sensitive animals."