Ambarino, wrapped in mountains and plains.
A melodious whistle came from the mountains.
Brandy drove the carriage at a steady speed, playing a very classic Western movie tune in his memory. After playing it, he was still not satisfied, so he started singing according to the tune:
"He's always the talk of the town.
He has a restless gun,
Don't fool him by shooting randomly.
It's better to chase the other gangsters,
Let’s go chase the other gangsters…”
Brandy now has a sense of freedom that "the ocean is wide enough for fish to jump, and the sky is high enough for birds to fly." This mentality is actually easy to understand. For example, when the entire company is working on a very important big project, your boss suddenly sends you on a business trip. Although the business trip involves official duties, it is much easier than working on that project, and you get paid leave. Not much difference.
For Brandy's personal desires, this mission also provided him with convenience. Before, he suffered from not having a suitable map and was always wandering around in this snowy mountain, but he just couldn't leave the snowy mountain. Now, he has This map was so detailed that even the smallest contour lines were clearly marked. Following the correct route, he estimated that he would be able to reach the beautiful livestock town of Valentine at noon tomorrow.
"Valentin..." Brandi sighed softly. In this world, perhaps only he can understand his own special plot about that place.
The huge black horse neighed and galloped on the mountain road that was sometimes rugged and sometimes gentle, but no matter what kind of road it was, the carriage was smooth. This relies not only on the reliability of the horse, but also on the skill of the driver.
Brandi suddenly noticed that there was a strangely dressed man walking in the snow on the roadside not far ahead.
This man was wearing a black suit, a ridiculously tall black top hat, and a very well-maintained beard on his upper lip. He looked like an elegant gentleman, mixed with a bit of the unique temperament of a businessman. .
This man is very strange, because the suit he is wearing has no ability to withstand the cold. If an average person wears such a suit and walks around in the snowy mountains, he will turn into a stiff corpse in less than an hour, and this man is obviously already in the snowy mountains. He walked for a long time, but there was no sign of being affected by the cold from his appearance and behavior.
He also saw Brandy's carriage, so he stood there, as if he knew in advance that Brandy would drive by here. Brandy originally didn't want to stay any longer, but out of the compassion left in his heart from his previous life, which seems to be too much in this world, and the curiosity that is extremely common among humans in any era, he finally stayed with this strange man. The carriage stopped in front of him.
"Hey! Sir, do you need help?" Brandy asked.
The strange man was not polite. After hearing these words, he consciously climbed into the carriage and sat in the passenger seat without any sense of being a guest.
"Take me to Minnie's Men's Clothing Store." The strange man seemed to have taken a taxi.
"Where to go?" Brandi was a little confused.
"It's about 10 miles from here. Go straight ahead, climb over the mountain col in front, and then turn left, and you'll see it." The strange man took the trouble to guide Brandy.
Brandy regretted stopping the car, but now that things had reached this stage, it would be too rude to just kick people out of the car.
"Okay, I'm always at your service, sir." Brandy shook the reins, the giant black horse neighed, and carried the two of them toward Minnie's Men's Clothing Store.
Brandi glanced at the strange man next to him with some curiosity. For some reason, this man seemed to exude a certain aura, which made him involuntarily feel awe. But if two people sit in a carriage and don't talk about anything, the atmosphere will be a bit awkward. So, even though the man didn't look like he wanted to talk, Brandy decided to talk about something.
"What's your name, sir?" Brandy asked.
"A name is something that everyone has, but unfortunately, I forgot it. Maybe I never had a name at all, but I am sure that I did." The words of the mysterious man have an elusive temperament.
"Whether you believe it or not, I know you." The mysterious man continued.
"I don't think we've ever met, sir." Brandi became more and more confused.
"You're right, but I do know you," the mysterious man said, "but the strange thing is that I don't know your name, so can you tell me your name?"
"You know me, but you don't know my name? Does this person have any serious illness?" Brandy felt like she was in a cloud, and her head was full of inexplicable question marks. But out of courtesy, he replied: "Munny, Brandy Munny."
"Would you like to be called this name?" The mysterious man was still nagging, "Interesting last name, interesting name, but I don't think this will be your first name here, is it?"
Brandi's smile was slightly awkward: "You are joking, sir."
"Whether it's a joke or not, it's hard to say yet," the mysterious man said.
The topic seemed to end awkwardly. The atmosphere seemed to be even more awkward because of the conversation just now.
The rumble of carriages gradually merged into the din of the wind and snow, telling people traveling that another snowstorm was about to come.
"So, what do you do for a living?" Brandi now just wants to know more about the man around her, without him, just because he is too inexplicable and mysterious.
"Business?" The mysterious man reacted for a while, as if he wanted to make a simple and clear conclusion about his work. Finally, he said, "I'm just a settler."
"Then you went to Minnie's Men's Clothing Store for business?"
"You can say that."
"Speaking of which, where is Minnie's Men's Clothing Store?"
"After Coulter Village was abandoned, it became the only grocery store and inn in this snowy mountain. However, only people who often cross the snowy mountain to go to Strawberry Town and Valentine know about it. It's normal that you haven't heard of it."
"Why such a weird name?"
"Do you think I know?"
"You look like you know a lot."
"Knowing a lot does not mean omniscience and omnipotence," the mysterious man seemed a little tired of such conversations, "I think you might as well concentrate on driving. It will be dark in an hour, and you don't want to drive in the wind and snow at night. Are you wandering around in the wild?"
Brandi shrugged, and the chat didn't seem to yield any useful information. He now regretted letting this man get into the car more and more, and he also had some doubts about his own initiative to help this man at that time.
The carriage gradually climbed up a mountain col. In the distance, a large wooden house could be seen, and there was a stable next to it. It was very tightly closed. There were many iron solders inserted from the stable to the wooden house, and the iron solders were connected to each other. Obviously, the snowstorm some time ago also affected this place. These facilities should have been arranged step by step by those who came here early after placing the horses.
"I assume this is your destination, sir?" Brandy asked.
"I think it will be yours too," the mysterious man said. "It's getting late now. I think you can rest here for the night."
"As long as you don't mind me interrupting your enjoyment." Brandi remained polite.
The carriage stopped in front of the house. Minnie Men's Clothing Store, that's its name. Why did a grocery store and inn have such a weird name? Brandy can't understand. Maybe only the owner of this store can explain it? The mysterious man probably could, too, but Brandy wasn't in the mood to ask him any questions right now.
"You can place the carriage in that stable. Although there are already many horses there, this small carriage can still be accommodated." The mysterious man jumped out of the carriage and gave orders, but there was no condescension or arrogance in his words. "I'll go into the house first. In a sense, my work has already begun. I don't want to delay."
Brandi is actually disgusted with this completely indifferent attitude, because it is actually more hateful than real domineering. But he knew that what this man said should be right, and for some reason, he just felt that way.
"Okay, you are the boss, you have the final say." After making a witty remark that was not funny, Brandi also jumped out of the carriage and began to busy arranging his horse and carriage.
As the mysterious man said, there are already many horses in the stables, all of which are draft horses such as Belgian draft horses and Shire horses, and they obviously belong to one or several carriages. Packhorses are generally very large, but when they meet Brandi's dark shire horse, they all look like Arabian horses that are one size smaller than ordinary horses.
Brandy put some effort into setting up the carriage. When she left the stable, the night wind and snow had already caught up with her. But he found that the door of the wooden house opposite was open.
When something goes wrong, there must be a monster. Brandi immediately tried his best to rush towards the cabin as fast as he could run now.
Standing at the door of the cabin, Brandi was horrified by the sight that greeted her.
