The world is once again dyed scarlet.

The bow string trembled, and the arrows shot out. The white-tailed deer that had been making a chirping sound for a second screamed and fell to the ground. The arrow accurately penetrated two inches below its ears, hitting its head.

Wear a pair.

"Perfect." Charles couldn't help but praise, and Arthur also cast an approving look.

"Try again and see if you can kill another one." Charles encouraged.

Brandy took out the brandy from his pocket and took a sip. He took a few steps forward and saw another white-tailed deer that was a suitable target. The bowstring sounded again, and the arrow shot through its neck, and blood gurgled from the wound.

Spurting out, it only ran away for a few steps before losing all its strength and lying on the ground, screaming and struggling at the same time.

The three of them came to the poor deer. Brandi, who shot the arrow, hesitated for a long time. Finally, looking at the deer's watery and sad eyes, he still couldn't bring himself to give it a good shot, so Arthur

He volunteered to do the job. He took out his hunting knife, squatted next to the deer, and quickly inserted the knife into its neck. The deer's hooves suddenly straightened, and then it lost the strength to struggle forever.

"At this time, no matter how pitiful it is, you have to help it end," Arthur pulled out his hunting knife, stood up and said to Brandy, "This is the last mercy we can give them."

"Brandy has already hunted two heads. Arthur, you really don't want to try?" Charles asked.

Arthur looked at the other white-tailed deer who were scared away by the two dead companions, smiled, and suddenly blew an extremely sharp whistle and said: "How can we not hunt now that we are here? But I want to do it in a cowboy way.

hunt."

Hearing the whistle, Arthur's sorrel Morgan horse neighed and ran towards him. Arthur jumped on the horse, holding the shackle in his hand. He suddenly let out a war cry that only belonged to a cowboy, slapped the horse and rushed forward. The rope

It spun and spun in mid-air, and was finally thrown out by Arthur with great force. The noose hit the neck of a white-tailed deer without missing a beat.

Arthur immediately dismounted, holding on to the rope with both hands, and while wrestling with the deer, he shortened the distance between him and it. Arthur was extremely strong and powerful, and was able to easily occupy the position during this kind of wrestling.

Advantage. After the two closed the distance, Arthur put one hand around the deer's neck, took out the hunting knife from the scabbard at his waist with the other hand, and slammed the knife into its carotid artery. The deer only struggled slightly.

After two clicks, he stopped moving.

Arthur put the white-tailed deer on his horse and rode back to Charles and Brandy like a winner.

Arthur's performance was not bad. Brandy was dumbfounded. He didn't expect that this hunting method could actually be done in reality. He couldn't help but praise: "Awesome Arthur, what's your move?"

Did you come up with it?"

"I learned it when I was tricking cows and sheep in the ranch," Arthur pretended to be immodest, but the next second he noticed Charles' suspicious expression and said angrily, "What's wrong?

?Don’t forget that I started doing this business when I was a teenager. I used to be a serious shepherd.”

Charles had an "I believe you are a ghost" expression on his face and didn't say much. He just said: "Let's go, we should go back."

The three of them put three deer on their horses and rode away from the hunting place.

"Well done, Brandi, Arthur," said Charles. "That's enough meat for all of us to eat for days."

"You found them first," Arthur said.

"I knew you could use that bow well, Brandy." Charles praised.

Brandy smiled: "Fortunately, they won't fight back."

Charles also laughed: "We have seen this kind of thing a lot."

"Judging from what's happened over the past few days," Arthur said, "maybe we've finally turned a corner."

"What we should consider now is how to get out of this mountain." Charles said.

Arthur said with certainty: "It won't be long, but everyone is very weak. You also saw that the carriage is full of snow. Unless the snow has almost melted, we can't go anywhere."

"Well, you're right," Charles agreed, "and even if we leave here, what will happen next? There will still be people chasing us for the huge bounty."

Arthur didn't care much about this problem: "This is a big country. There is always a place for us. Dutch and Hosea will find a way."

Charles nodded in disbelief. Now, except for women, children, old and young, and Brandy, who had just joined, almost everyone in the Van der Linde Gang had a bounty on their backs. The total bounty for everyone was thirty to forty thousand dollars, and regardless of the

Life or death. Such a huge sum of money is enough to make any bounty hunter or bounty hunter group flock to it. This is what Charles is worried about. But as Arthur said, this country is very big, and the states are different.

There are legal barriers between them, and in some places even federal laws cannot control them. Coupled with the inconvenience of information transmission, insufficient police force in various places and other reasons, desperadoes like them can actually get away with it easily.

The hunting was fruitful, and Arthur felt better, and began to tease the gang's chef, Pearson: "You may have noticed that Pearson always has a bottle in his hand, and he has been since we escaped from Blackwater Town.

So. We gave the camp cook five minutes to get the necessities and then left, but he didn't bring any food."

"Fortunately we hunted more than one, after all there are so many mouths to feed," said Charles.

"And that woman who was just rescued from the ranch," Arthur said. "You know her, right, Brandi?"

"Yes," Brandy nodded, "Mrs. Adler is a miserable person."

"Her eyes were filled with murderous intent," Charles said.

"It would be the same for you," Arthur said. "After all, she lost her husband, her home, and everything she once owned."

Charles took on the role for a moment, nodded in agreement, and then asked, "What should we do with her?"

"Let's wait until we leave here and everything is on track," Arthur felt that now is not the time to consider this, "but I think that since Brandi has joined us, she will not be left behind by Dutch."

"Are you meeting the O'Drisco gang?" Charles asked.

"Yeah," Arthur laughed, "It's really unexpected."

"What's going on with them?" Charles asked, as if he didn't know about the feud between the Van der Linde gang and the O'Drisco gang.

"Have you never dealt with the O'Drisco Gang?" This time it was Brandy's turn to be surprised.

"Charles only joined us a few months ago, and we haven't met them in half a year," Arthur explained. "I guess they came because they have been here before."

"I've heard a lot about them," said Charles.

"Anyway," Arthur said, "We have been fighting them for many years. They are a big gang, all a bunch of dirty bastards. Their leader, Colm, had a fierce feud with Dutch a long time ago, and it should be a feud.

.”

"I've heard of this too." Charles nodded.

The three of them walked slowly along the road, chatting, and came to Lake Isabella. Brandi suddenly seemed to notice something, jumped off the horse, ran to a big tree by the lake and took a closer look. After reading it, he excitedly

Shouted: "Arthur, Charles, come and see."

Arthur and Charles dismounted with some doubts and came to Brandy's side. Following where he pointed, they saw a large piece of bark falling off the trunk of the big tree, as if it had been struck by some large animal.

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"It came out too," said Brandi very excitedly, "probably just over an hour ago."

Arthur and Charles immediately understood that Brandi was referring to the white buffalo he had spoken of.

Arthur had some doubts about Brandi's judgment: "This could also be left by a large animal such as an elk, moose, or bear. How can you tell that it was left by it?"

"Look at this," Charles said, finding a bunch of extremely special white animal hair not far away. "This is obviously the hair of a bison, and I have never seen this kind of albino hair. It seems like what Brandi said

The legendary white bison does exist, and generally lives in this area."

Charles stood up and said: "But this time we have already brought a lot of prey, and it is unrealistic to look for it again. I think our actions should not have alerted it. It should be active here in the recent period.

Why don’t we look for it later, what do you think, Brandi?”

Brandy thought for a moment, nodded and said, "You're right, Charles, this matter should be considered in the long run."

Arthur didn't care about this matter: "You two make up your mind, just ask me when you need me."

The three of them made up their minds, mounted their horses again, and headed towards the camp.

"Come to think of it, we haven't even talked much," Arthur said to Charles. "You must not have thought of it when you joined, right?"

"What comes to mind?"

"All this," said Arthur, "the chaos of Blackwater, and being here."

"Sooner or later, something will happen," Charles said with a clear face. "This is life."

"I just thought you would choose to leave." Arthur said.

"You want me to leave?"

"No, no, I don't want to at all. I just think there will be no problem at all even if you go out alone."

"I've been doing that long enough," Charles said. "I'm sick of worrying about someone killing you in your sleep..."

"Ha, I worry most nights too." Arthur laughed.

Charles also smiled: "I think you are safe. This life is just right for me. Of course, I can join other gangs, but Dutch... you know, Dutch is different."

"Yes," said Arthur, "Dutch is indeed different."

"He didn't discriminate against me, and neither did most of you, which is not a common thing for a guy whose father is black and whose mother is Indian."

"Well, we need you now, more than ever."

"Very good..." Charles nodded and turned to ask Arthur, "How long have you been following these people? Why didn't you choose to leave?"

"Me?" Arthur looked like he was lost in memories, "Twenty years, probably, since I was a child."

"Twenty years?" Charles was surprised.

"That's right," Arthur said, "Dutch taught me how to read, and John, they also taught us other things, Dutch and Hosea."

"Definitely." Charles probably guessed this.
To be continued...