"Dutch, come here and see who we caught," the man said.
Then, a steady voice came from outside the house.
"Haha, I said my plan would work, Expelliarmus, Fantasy." Dutch said.
"Okay!" Fantasy took off John's pistol belt, searched him again, and found a heavy gold nugget.
"You really fell into the trap, boy." Fantasy said with a smile.
Dutch walked in on the floor: "Hello! Earl Bennett, the only survivor of the three brothers, I guess I should call you Thief Bennett - you stole my gold, I always I was told this: When a man has money in his pocket, he begins to appreciate peace. Have you figured out what big things to do with my money? Earl."
"I'm not Earl Bennett!" After being removed from the weapon, Fantasy's strong arms tightly hugged John, making him lose the ability to resist.
"Squibbling won't do you any good." Fantasy snorted heavily.
"Take us to find the gold bars hidden by your friend McCabe, and I will spare your life and participate in our share." Dutch stepped forward.
"I don't know!" cried John.
"There is a way to get you to talk."
Dutch rolled his eyes and sneered, slapped John in the face, and then hit John's skull violently with his elbow. Blood slowly flowed from John's nostrils, and his face suddenly turned purple, like yellow. There was a clump of mold growing on the wheat bread.
"Fantasy, take him out and let the gang members take turns humiliating him. Maybe this guy will talk." Dutch said coldly.
Fantasy tied up John's whole body with hemp rope. This was the second time John was tied up like this. The first time was by the pioneer gang led by Joshua Finger. This time it was by this man named Fan. Texi is a strong man, with arms as thick as a bull, and he looks like a capable thug at first glance.
Fantasy carried John on his shoulders and followed Dutch out the door, through the dense bushes to an open area. Because he was being carried, nosebleeds flowed back into John's eyes, and Dutch was not strong enough. Not a little, just for a moment, John's consciousness went blank. He could still vaguely see the light that looked like a bonfire from his bleeding eyes. He heard people around him talking and laughing one after another. About ten people around him were talking and laughing. The look of the person coming here, is this the "gang" that Dutch calls him?
"Okay, be quiet!" Dutch stamped his heels vigorously, "The person in front of you is Earl Bennett, the youngest of the notorious three brothers. He knows where the three brothers' treasures are. Before that, I gave him a little favor just to fish him into our bucket.”
Dutch changed his position and continued: "The reason why I dare to throw gold in the wilderness is because I know that a person who is extremely obsessed with money will not give up a penny. Just like Thomas' father always told us: reluctant to part with it. A child cannot trap a wolf." As soon as he finished speaking, Thomas, who was sitting on a fallen log, stood up. John rolled his eyes and looked at him. He was actually the Mexican he saw in the foothills yesterday. It turned out that he was Thomas!
"Damn it, you son of a liar!" John cursed in his mind.
"Who wants to come first? Let this bastard tell the truth, whatever means you use, just don't kill him." Here Dutch spoke again, as if giving evidence in court, John said I hate grinding and grinding in my heart. Western cowboys want to be killed and chopped into pieces, so there is no need to say more.
A fat woman agreed and stood up. John rolled his eyes, damn, that's so positive, women are notoriously cruel in their methods. The woman twisted her bloated body and walked up to John and shouted in her unique voice.
"I'm going to take off his clothes, let him tease him as he pleases, and have fun with him. When he's lying on the ground like boneless mud, I'll pull off his thing and throw it into today's stew. In the dish, ah ah ah!" The woman danced happily when she sang, and made faces for John from time to time, which won rounds of applause from the gang members.
John thought to himself what kind of operation this was, how disgusting! If he were alone with this woman, he would rather disembowel her than let her come near him.
"Miss Catherine, you really did not disappoint everyone. The Van der Linde gang needs such novel ideas and energy, Tarn! Please bring a dagger over here. Catherine is going to show off her 'cooking skills'."
A young man of eighteen or nineteen stood up, but his face was not full of provocative joy. Instead, he nodded sharply and said to Dutch in a very tactful tone: "What if we misunderstood him?" , in that case we would have killed an innocent person."
The Van der Linde gang fell into silence, and some people began to wink at Tarn. Catherine put her hands on her hips, tilted her lips to one side, and rolled her eyes from time to time, revealing her pearly white eyeballs.
It was still the leader. Dutch realized that Tarn's words had seriously affected the active atmosphere of the gang, so he squeezed out a smile from his stern face and said: "It seems that our little Tarn still hasn't developed the courage to act so quickly. Mr. Guan, please take his place and bring the dagger over there!"
The stable boy came over with a dagger, and he recognized John before John could see him clearly.
"John? John! It's you!"
Who else could this be if it wasn't Miller's voice?
"Mr. van der Linde, this is my brother I always told you - John Coster. We are both down and out, chased all over the world by Detective Pinkerton."
Under the firelight, Dutch's face grew long: "Damn! I arrested the wrong person. Mr. Coster, I offer my biggest apology. If you are a friend of the Miller brothers, we can provide you with temporary asylum. Because we’re also on Detective Pinkerton’s wanted list.”
John nodded, knowing that Dutch promised something so readily to cover up his embarrassment, but these promises were also what John needed - he couldn't go on alone anymore!
"Both, Catherine, and Ella, take care of Brother John!" Dutch ordered.
John washed his face in the basin brought by Ella. When he saw the handsome western cowboy back in the reflection of the water, he smiled knowingly. After resting for a while, Miller came over to reminisce about old times. Miller told John that the Van der Linde gang had beaten away the Lemoyne Raiders and rescued him after they were separated in the high woods. Miller immediately decided to join the gang, but Because Miller is a newcomer, Dutch only lets him do the work of feeding horses... He has lost contact with his good brothers and is not taken seriously in the gang. These two things have made Miller depressed recently. Fortunately, John showed up in time, maybe This good shooter can become the main force of the Van der Linde gang in the future, and Miller can also take some credit.
"John, you have a good night's rest. I'll talk to you about something tomorrow." When Dutch saw John and Miller chatting happily, he gradually relaxed his vigilance and treated John nicely...
