Three days have passed since that fight in the rain.
For three days, Maddie didn't say a word to Brandi.
Now, for Brandi, this has become the most difficult thing.
After that fight, his injuries inevitably aggravated again. However, fortunately, his endurance and willpower were much weaker than he thought, so he fell down without being beaten twice. It was a blessing among misfortunes. It was just that the wound was stitched again and I had to rest for two or three more weeks.
However, this period is not as easy as the previous weeks.
Brandi was beaten unconscious by Tommy. When he woke up, he was lying on Dr. Calloway's simple operating table, along with Pastor Swanson. The pastor told him that besides staying at Miller Gun Shop Except for the agents who help the Van der Linde Gang with their business, all members of the Van der Linde Gang will return to the Horseshoe Lookout as soon as possible. As for when they will return in the future, he does not know.
As for the gang's instructions to Brandy, Swanson didn't know the specific content. He just said that he would return as soon as possible when Brandy's injury was almost healed.
Brandi had many guesses as to why Dutch and Hosea made this arrangement. However, no matter how much she thought about it, she couldn't figure out the reason. She could only guess that this arrangement was probably Hosea's handiwork. Other than that, Other than that, there is no clue.
However, regardless of the mystery of this arrangement, at least for Brandy now, it is a kind of torture.
Without visitors, for a person who is recovering from illness, it is equivalent to losing half the fun of life. In the past three days, only Sadie came before leaving, that is, on the first day, because of time reasons. , the two siblings parted ways without chatting for long.
Although Brandy felt that it was not impossible for Sadie to stay with her, an order was an order. Although the Van der Linde Gang could not enforce military-style orders and prohibitions, their execution ability was still very high. Even if they had just joined, Sadie, who wasn't even an official member yet, had to obey.
So, while Brandy was recuperating from her injuries, she spent three days getting along with Mattie, who kept her little face on her arm and didn't say a word all day long.
Although Mattie no longer strictly urges Brandi to take medicine and no longer restricts his travels, it is inevitable to feel suffocated after staying with a suffocated little gourd all day long.
Therefore, these days, Brandi has been thinking about how to restore this little girl who is deliberately angry with her.
This kind of thing is actually not difficult to do, just do what you want, but it seems inappropriate for a little girl like Mattie.
No matter what she likes, depending on her personality, if you give her what she likes, it will have the opposite effect. Only by guiding her to take the bait can you gain something. However, how to guide and what can be effective guidance , Brandy has never figured this out.
While Brandi was still troubled by this, a visit from someone he didn't expect temporarily interrupted his thoughts.
The person who came turned out to be the guy from Valentine Stables. He came to tell Brandy that the black Turkmen horse he had ordered before had arrived. This time he came here on the instruction of his boss to ask Brandy to come and see the horse. .
The person who came to deliver the message was a young groom who was slovenly dressed and smelled of horse manure and grass, but his face was clean. He looked only one or two years younger than Brandi.
Because of his clothes and the smell of his body, Mattie didn't let him in and just asked him to announce at the door.
Although Mattie did not restrict Brandy's travel as before, in order to prevent things from getting more difficult to end, even though Brandy was indeed feeling uncomfortable these days, he also peacefully stayed in the house as his home. squat. It just so happened that Brandy took it as an opportunity to go out and relax.
"Mr. Munny, you may not know me, but I also contributed in that defense battle." Maybe the young groom is a talkative person, maybe it's because Brandi is the same age as him and he I just wanted to say a few more words, but as soon as the two of them were on the road, the young groom started chatting, "I really admire you, sir, because you look only a little older than me, but you have been so successful. Not only
A decent gentleman, a sharpshooter and a true warrior. "
At this point, the young groom began to feel sorry for himself: "I'm different. Look at me. I'm an adult, but I can still only do the job of a groom. Every day I brush, feed, and... Shoeing horses, brushing horses, feeding horses, shoeing horses, when will I be able to succeed like this?"
Hearing this, Brandy smiled and said, "Little brother, do you know what success is?"
"Success? Isn't it a success for people like you?" The young groom said, somewhat puzzled, "He is dressed like a gentleman, equipped with a beautiful revolver, and he gets along with the police chief like friends, and he goes everywhere Isn't such a person a successful person if he has good popularity?"
"If you think success means wearing a suit and tie and strutting around with a gorgeously decorated revolver, then believe me, if you save money for a while, you will have this kind of success sooner or later," Brandy said. "As for good popularity , Smile more, say hello more, and approach people more often, and then, as long as they are not too condescending, they will smile back to you."
"Then what do you think is success?" the young groom asked in confusion.
"Let's make an analogy," Brandi said with a smile. "You don't know as much as I do about shooting to kill people. So from this perspective, I am more successful than you. By the same token, when it comes to raising and domesticating horses, I don’t know as much as you in this aspect, so from this perspective, you are more successful than me.”
The young groom smiled sheepishly: "How can I compare with you?"
"Of course you can," Brandy said calmly, "People's origins, status, and wealth have their own levels, but in terms of personality, everyone is equal, and it will not become worse just because you are poor. Being humble will not make you noble just because you are rich. As for different social statuses, we can roughly regard them as different divisions of labor. Therefore, if you can achieve the ultimate in your respective industries, then you will be successful."
The young groom scratched his head and said, "I don't quite understand, Mr. Munny."
"You just need to remember that I am not better than you, and you are no worse than me." Brandi smiled slightly and said, "Of course, if you are dissatisfied with your current career and lifestyle, So, my little suggestion is to bravely take the step of trying to change, but the premise is that you must be fully prepared for it.”
"This way you will know how wrong your choice is." The remaining bad self in Brandy's heart said secretly.
The young groom would not know Brandi's inner thoughts, and even his weak head did not understand much of Brandi's words. He did not even know that those words had quietly taken root in his heart. germination.
When we arrived at the stable, the owner Bill Carson had been waiting here for a long time. It is rare to meet such a swindler in a small town like this who is willing to spend a thousand dollars just to buy a horse. Oh no, distinguished guest, how should you treat him? How come you are respectful? Even if you serve him like a king, it is natural.
"Ah, Mr. Munny, I'm so happy to see that you're okay," Bill Carson said when he saw Brandy coming, he came over with a flattering look on his face and said, "I really didn't expect that your A friend can make Tommy suffer such a loss. He has never been beaten like that before, but I know that you are not bad either. If you were not still injured, the two Tommys would not be your opponents... "
"Okay, Mr. Carson, let's get down to business." Brandy didn't want to waste time listening to some unnutritious flattery. He pointed at the young groom and said, "I heard this gentleman say that my horse has arrived. , where is he?"
"Ah, of course, of course he is here, Mr. Munny, in the horse pen nearby." Bill Carson's smile became a little embarrassed.
From the horse pen next to the stable, commotion could be heard from time to time. It was the sound of horses' neighing, kicking and people's comforting sounds combined together.
When Brandi heard the noise, she knew something in her mind and smiled: "It seems like your place is very lively, Mr. Carson."
"Uh..." Seeing that Brandi noticed it, Bill Carson smiled awkwardly and said, "Okay, both
But if you notice, then follow me. "
Bill Carson led Brandi to the horse pen. Before he could give Brandi directions, Brandi saw a horse with a thin head, a tall neck, and slender limbs. This horse was completely black, except for its forehead. The hooves and hooves are bright white, and the smooth and oily fur shows that it has been well cared for, while the flowing mane, long tail, and strong muscles highlight its noble bloodline.
At this time, the horse was struggling, roaring, and running wildly, and no stockman or groom could stop it.
"This is the horse you are looking for, Mr. Munny, a purebred Akhal Tekin horse, also known as a Turkmen horse, from distant Central Asia," Bill Carson introduced, "I bought it from an Englishman. I arrived. It is said that his company specializes in breeding these horses in Turkmenistan, the hometown of this type of horse. This is the only horse among the batch of adult horses he sold that meets your requirements, and it is also the best in all aspects. .”
At this point, Bill Carson looked at the uncontrollable horse with some helplessness and said: "Of course, it is also the most unruly horse. I have to say that it has perfectly inherited the characteristics that should have been lost in the world. It is born wild and noble in captivity and breeding. When transporting it, in order to prevent it from escaping, we must lock it up in an iron cage. Even if it is transported here, it will not change its unruly nature. You see, it has been almost a morning But we still can’t put a bridle on it.”
"What a good horse." Looking at this energetic and unruly horse, Brandy couldn't help but sigh.
"I feel very honored that you are satisfied with him, Mr. Munny," Bill Carson said with some embarrassment, "but as you can see, we haven't completely tamed him yet, so it may take some time... …”
"This is easy," Brandy said without looking at Bill Carson, just stretched out her hand to him, "Give me a noose, a few pieces of candy, and leave the rest to me."
The young groom who had brought him over before passed over a noose and several large candy cubes with a wink. Bill Carson originally wanted to stop him, but unfortunately he was a step too late.
"Mr. Munny!" Bill Carson shouted in panic, "You must not take any chances. I know that you have not fully recovered from your injuries. If you have a problem with me, I can't afford it." ah."
"Don't worry, it's okay." Brandi smiled confidently, opened the pen door, and faced the horse that was still acting up.
"Hey! Good boy!" Brandy shouted, which immediately attracted the horse's attention, causing the horse to temporarily give up on the groom he was chasing before and turn his head to look at him.
"Relax, kid, relax." Brandi whispered soothing words as she slowly approached.
When the horse saw this stranger, he didn't neigh like he did when he faced other people trying to tame him. Instead, he looked at the man curiously. Faced with Brandi's comfort, he didn't seem to turn a deaf ear to Brandy's comfort. He just looked away. Staring at Brandi, he scratched the ground with his front hooves, feeling many times better than his previous almost crazy state.
The surrounding grooms and stockmen, including the boss Bill Carson, were stunned. At least among them, no one had ever been able to calm down the horse from its manic state with just two words of comfort.
Brandy approached smoothly, and when he was not far away from the horse, he swung the noose in his hand, and the rope loop accurately caught the horse's neck.
The sudden feeling of being strangled on the neck frightened the horse. It immediately struggled and began to kick back and forth crazily. Brandy failed to hold on to anyone, and the rope was released. The dark horse was like a gust of black wind. Running back and forth in the horse pen, Brandi staggered and almost fell to the ground.
"Mr. Munny!" Bill Carson shouted worriedly, "Leave it to us, your personal safety is important!"
"It's okay, it's okay," Brandy stabilized her body and subconsciously touched the wound on her front and back. It didn't break open, so the problem was not big. She immediately said, "Don't come over here, I can solve it."
But that being said, Brandi really has no idea how to solve the problem, because the only thing he can think of at this moment is the most commonly used brute force taming method because his personal physical condition cannot use it.
Sudden
, an idea flashed in his mind, and he immediately repositioned himself in the approaching position before, and shouted in his long-lost native language: "Hey! Stop! Good horse! Stop!"
Miraculously, the horse seemed to really understand Brandy's words. It gradually slowed down and finally stopped in place. It looked at the blond and blue-eyed human in front of it with a slight hesitation, as if wondering why the person in front of it could do so. Speak a language he seems to understand.
"It really worked!" Brandy was a little happy, because he actually had no choice but to think of the idea of calling the horses in Chinese. Unexpectedly, it actually worked.
"It seems that the British horse farm must have employed many Chinese, otherwise how could this horse have such a big reaction to Chinese." Brandy thought like this, and did not dare to be careless, while continuing to comfort him in Chinese. Approach slowly as before.
Fortunately, this originally unruly Turkmen stallion seemed to gradually calm down under Brandi's comfort. Even if the rope was put around its neck, it just shook its head unaccustomedly and nothing more. The struggle.
Brandi fed the horse two pieces of candy while gently stroking the horse's neck. The horse also cooperated very well. After chewing two pieces of candy, he obediently followed Brandi's lead to the horse pen. Next to it, the groom who had already prepared the bridle immediately stepped forward and began to equip the horse with various harnesses.
Brandi walked out of the horse pen and threw the noose into Bill Carson's arms. Bill Carson immediately came up and complimented: "Mr. Munny, I didn't expect you to have such a deep knowledge in taming horses." Achievements, uh, let me take the liberty to ask, what does the curse you just said to that horse mean?"
"Well, don't ask any more questions," Brandy returned to the stable door and said, "Now, how about we continue talking about business?"
Bill Carson immediately shut up with a clear look on his face, and once again showed a smile that was so flattering that it made people feel disgusted, and said: "Of course, sir, of course, do you have anything else to ask of us?"
"I can't talk about the requirements, there are just some problems." Brandi scratched his chin casually with his hand, where some stubble had already grown, "I remember when I ordered horses here, what did you say? At most one The horse's problem can be solved in a month, but now? Counting the time, it's almost two months, right? Summer has been here for a long time, isn't it?"
"Oh, Mr. Munny, this is indeed our problem, but the reason for this situation is also obvious," Bill Carson explained with a grimace. "Not to mention that I spent a lot of time traveling to various places to look for sellers. For a long time, just talking about transportation issues, due to the battle to defend the town some time ago, the train that was supposed to arrive a month ago was delayed for a long time. Not to mention this, even my small stable was hit by artillery shells. It was hit, and just repairing it cost me a lot of time and money. This situation is not something we deliberately do, and there is nothing we can do about it."
"I understand, I understand, I can understand your difficulties," Brandy calmly comforted Bill Carson while using her words, "But please think about it, Mr. Carson , please think carefully, did my personal loss be greater than yours? Because of that battle, I was unable to own this excellent horse in time, or because of that battle, I was shot with a sniper rifle Gun, he almost died in that unattended barn, and his injuries have not healed yet. He just trained the horse, and the wounds stitched three days ago almost collapsed. Think about it, all you have lost is It’s just money and a month’s time and energy. Money can be earned at any time. As for a month’s time and energy, how many months are there in a person’s life? This month is nothing compared to that. I’m almost there. You have lost your life. Life is so precious. If you lose it, you can never get it back. Now think about it, should your loss be greater or my loss?" jj.br>
"This...of course it should be yours...oh no...this...this..." Although Bill Carson is also a veteran businessman who has been doing business for many years, but faced with such persuasive words, Brandi was inadvertently led into his logic. Although he instinctively felt that something was wrong, no matter how he thought about it now, he felt that what the other party said made sense.
"Yes, my loss is greater," Brandi immediately concluded the matter, and then continued, "Then, what should you do to compensate for my loss?"
Bill Carson simply gave up the struggle. Rather than being led around like this, it would be better to show off his cards directly and see what the other party wanted. He directly acted like he was willing to take whatever he wanted and said, "Let's do it, Mang." Mr. Ni, how about we compensate you in any way you want us to do?"
"Okay," Brandi happily patted Bill Carson on the shoulder and said, "In that case, you can equip my horse with the best horse equipment for free and give me a set of horses for free. Maintenance tools shouldn’t be a big deal, right?”
"This...this..." Bill Carson's eyes widened immediately. You must know that a good pair of harness can definitely be worth the price of a good horse. Brandy's request is equivalent to Let him buy one and get one free.
Brandi immediately made a sincere face and wanted to continue to reiterate the losses he had suffered. Bill Carson immediately made a decision and said, "No problem, we agree to your request. Everything will be configured according to the highest grade." Come."
"That's the best," Brandi, who had saved some money, smiled and said, "I'll be leaving here in about two or three weeks, so you'd better arrange everything before then. ,Understand?"
Bill Carson's flattering smile was mixed with a lot of bitterness and said, "No problem, Mr. Munny."
He walked into the stable, took out a document, and said: "Now that everything has been agreed upon, please sign this document. This will make it easier for us to provide you with the best insurance for your horse, no matter what you do in the future." No matter what problem your horse encounters, as long as you buy this insurance and you can transport the horse to us, we guarantee that all treatment and care will be free."
"The service is quite attentive," Brandi nodded, signing the bill and asking, "Do you think the cost of the insurance is okay...?"
Bill Carson's facial muscles immediately stiffened and he said, "Well...Mr. Munny, we are only responsible for the agency business. We really don't care about the insurance premium."
Brandi glanced at Bill Carson's bitter face, smiled, handed him the signed document, and said, "Then I won't make it difficult for you. I'll leave all the rest to you." It's you."
"Eh, okay, no problem," Bill Carson took the document and couldn't help but sigh, "Well, if you want to be able to do business, it has to be you, Mr. Munny."
Brandi smiled slightly and said nothing.
At this time, the handsome Turkmen horse was led into the stable by the groom and locked in his own stall.
"Now you can give your horse a name that suits you." Bill Carson said, looking at the most beautiful horse he had ever seen in his life.
Brandi stepped forward and gently stroked the horse's head a few times. The horse took the initiative to rub his palm and gently licked his hand with its rough tongue.
"How about I call you Jueying?" Brandy leaned close to the horse's face and said softly.
The horse snorted as if in agreement.
