"Dutch saved me, saved most of us," Arthur said. "That's why we go through hard times with him. He always takes good care of us."

The three horses crossed a small hill. Brandy's horse snorted slightly and expressed its fatigue to the owner on its back. Brandy gently stroked its neck and took out a piece of oats from his pocket.

The cake was brought to the horse's mouth.

The horse feasted happily. Charles heard the movement behind him and asked with a smile: "How is your new horse?"

Brandi gently touched the horse's mane and said: "She is a very strong child, but to be honest, there are some things I hope she can do better."

"Any horse that can survive in this kind of climate is a good one," Arthur said. "However, the horse I'm riding right now is still a cart horse. After I leave this hellish place, I have to find a horse."

There is room to buy another horse.

Arthur's tone suddenly became melancholy: "Oh, I miss my Boadicea."

"Look at it, we don't want that to happen," Charles comforted, "I think we are all the same, right? We regard horses as our companions and family members. If something happens to the earl, I don't know if Dutch

What will happen?"

"Same with Bill and Brown Jack," Arthur agreed. "He's a poor bastard who holds a bottle all the time, but he really loves that horse."

"I hope they all get through it as well as we did," Charles said.

"I once tried to ride an earl," Arthur began to share his past experience of making a fool of himself. "Good guy, he was stronger than an ox when he threw me off. He wouldn't let anyone else ride him except Dutch."

As the three of them talked and laughed, it seemed that the distance under their feet had become much shorter. After a while, the snow-stained eaves of Coulter Village were clearly visible.

"We're back with food, guys." Arthur shouted as soon as they entered the camp.

Brandy tied the horse, took the deer off the horse and put it on her shoulders, and thanked Charles: "Charles, thank you for teaching me how to use a bow and arrow."

"I just demonstrated it. If you want to master it, you have to keep practicing." Charles said.

The three of them arrived at Pearson's kitchen, where Pearson had been waiting for a long time.

"Hey, look at it." If Pearson's beard was shaved, you would definitely see his big mouth smiling so hard, "Just put it on the ground here."

When Arthur put the deer down and stretched his head, he noticed the uncle who was drinking wine and warming himself by the fire with a stew pot. He began to speak mercilessly with a sharp mouth: "It's really surprising, the rats in the camp."

Actually wandering around in the kitchen."

"Is this how you greet an old friend?" The drunken uncle has always had a good personality and didn't hear Arthur's sarcasm at all. "I feel like we haven't spoken for several days."

"I'm trying to avoid you." Arthur said.

The uncle smiled and explained to newcomer Brandi: "He actually likes me, but his way of expressing love is rather sad."

"No, I don't like you," Arthur denied, "Get out now."

"I think what the uncle said is more credible." Brandy said with a smile.

"Haha, I like you, kid," the uncle smiled generously, "Okay, see you later, gentlemen."

After the uncle left, Pearson looked at the three deer lying neatly on the ground and said, "It looks like you have a good harvest."

"Charles is very powerful and Brandy is very smart." Arthur gave all the credit to his teammates.

"Here, take a sip," Pearson handed over a wine bottle, "You deserve this."

Brandy didn't know how powerful it was, so she took a big gulp and was immediately so spicy that she couldn't speak, and she could only keep coughing.

Arthur, Charles, and Pearson were all amused by Brandy's baby bird appearance.

"You still lack experience, boy," Arthur smiled and took the bottle, but when he took a sip, the strong and spicy taste made him stop laughing immediately, "Oh my god, what is this?"

"Navy rum," said Pearson proudly, "it's the best thing, the best thing! It keeps you awake."

"Yeah, it seems you rely on this thing to stay awake." Arthur complained angrily.

"Charles, Arthur," Brandy finally regained her ability to speak, but her voice was slightly hoarse, "I am very concerned about the traces left by the white bison. You may have to work hard these days. I want to catch it.

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Arthur said it didn't matter: "I don't have any objection, it's just that Charles' hand injury hasn't healed yet, so I might not be able to help you much."

Charles nodded: "Arthur is right, you can look for other people in the camp to see if they are willing to join you."

"Then I'll find Lenny, he will definitely be interested." Brandi smiled.

"I believe that if we can really catch that bison, we will get a lot of meat," Pearson said, "but I still care more about the meat that I have already got. Would you like to help me skin the deer?"

"Can I skin you?" Arthur said angrily.

"Shy, you just like to joke, right?" Pearson laughed.

This kind of work is not suitable for people with injured hands, so Charles went back to the house to warm up. Brandi and Arthur helped Pearson skin the deer. The smell of blood gradually became stronger in the air.

"Well done, gentlemen," said Pearson, "The skin of this animal can be sold at a good price in town, or you can give it to me, and I can help you make some interesting and useful gadgets. Of course, if

If necessary, I can also ask the girls to use these to make you some personal items, which will ensure your satisfaction."

"Now I just want to get out of this mountain alive." Arthur said.

Brandy also smiled and waved her hands: "Forget it, to be honest, the white bison is more attractive to me now."

"Anyway, if you hunt any other prey, bring it to me." Pearson began to work on the deer carcass.

"Give us some delicious stew today," Brandy said. "Honestly, Mr. Pearson, I've had enough boiled beans."

"Haha, okay," Pearson said with a smile, "Today I will let you see my craftsmanship. I remember when I was in the Navy..."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm scared of you." Arthur's head was buzzing when he heard Pearson say the word "Navy". He quickly pulled Brandi away and said, "Anyway, if you need anything, just come to us.

It's very difficult now, don't be afraid of trouble."

"Don't worry, I've never been polite to you in this regard." Pearson responded, his hand cutting out a cheerful rhythm.


Chapter completed!