The weather is like this. As long as you grit your teeth and survive those dangerous weather conditions, the warm sunshine will eventually arrive. It may be late, but it will never be absent.

It was a rare day of good weather for this snow-capped mountain area, but Mr. Pearson, the chef and deputy logistics director of the Van der Linde gang, couldn't be happier when he saw that the gang's supplies had reached the bottom.

The failed operation in Blackwater Town caused the Van der Linde gang to abandon almost all their baggage and light equipment. Although he tried every means to save some, after this period of time, there was not much left.

These days, he also asked the idle strong men in the gang to go out hunting to supplement their supplies, but this group of accomplished and accomplished things didn't even bring him back a rabbit. It's understandable when he thinks about it.

Let these guys rob homes, kill people, and buy goods. No one is more professional than them, but if you really want them to hunt, they are really not the best candidates.

There are currently three people in the gang who are most suitable for hunting. One is Arthur. He is the number one person in the gang who does practical things. No matter what, it is right to go to him to do it. But he has been so busy recently that he can't do anything at all.

I don't have time to care about him, so I don't think about it; one is Charles. If anyone in the gang can be more reliable than this black-skinned mixed-race strong man, it's probably only Arthur, but it's a pity that his hand is there.

He was injured in Blackwater Town, and Pearson naturally couldn't bear to trouble him; there was also Lenny. As a young man, he had almost endless youthful vitality. Pearson had used him once before, and he took Bill with him in the snowfield.

He wandered around the forest for a whole day, but he didn't bring back even a single fur, so Pearson didn't want to use him anymore for the time being. Don't ask, he just made it annoying to see him.

As for the other strong and capable men in the gang, Pearson was not incapable of handling them, but when he thought of Javier's artistic youthful temperament, Micah's unruly attitude, and John's desperate attitude,

He could only sigh, unable to do anything.

At this time, a young man with light blond hair and bright green eyes came back from the camp on horseback. On the horse's back was a pile of iron clumps that were unrecognizable from Pearson's point of view.

"By the way, there's him," Pearson thought, "What's his name? It seems to be Brandi. Isn't this kid a hunter in this area? Maybe he can catch something. I'm really old too.

I’m confused, why didn’t you think of him earlier?”

You can't blame Pearson, after all, Brandi has only been in the gang for a week, so it's normal for Pearson not to think of him immediately.

"Hey! Brandi! Hey!" Thinking of this, Pearson called Brandi.

Brandy had just unloaded the iron clumps on the horse's back. When she heard Pearson's shout, she immediately responded: "Wait until I move it to the house, Mr. Pearson!"

So Pearson waited for the energetic young man to finish his business, and when he came rushing over, Pearson looked bitter and resentful - this was not exactly acting -

—said with a sigh: "If you all just focus on your own affairs, or have nothing to do at all, you will not be able to live this life."

"We'll be fine, Mr. Pearson." Brandy was always optimistic.

"We're starving here," Pearson said. "Do you know how much food we have left? A few cans and a rabbit. How many people do you expect to feed with that? Ten? Twelve?

When I joined the Navy..."

"Oh oh oh, I don't think this kid will be happy to hear your trivial things, Mr. Pearson." Just when Pearson was about to start talking about his adventures in his youth, Arthur took a root from Oder in his mouth.

Risco handed one of the cigars seized in the camp to Brandy, and the two of them started smoking together, mercilessly letting Pearson inhale second-hand smoke.

Pearson ignored Arthur's verbal interruption and continued: "We were trapped at sea for fifty days..."

"And you unfortunately survived." Arthur interrupted again, obviously fed up with Pearson's naval past.

Pearson had no choice but to change the topic: "When we escaped from Blackwater Town, I couldn't get supplies."

"When we are pursued by government agents, sometimes we have to shorten the procurement time," Arthur comforted. "We will get through it. We always get through it."

Of course, after saying this, he did not forget to say something from Pearson - Arthur would not be Arthur if he did not do this: "And if necessary, we can eat you, because you are the fattest one."

This sentence made Brandy, who was watching the fun on the side, laugh.

Facing Arthur's vicious tongue, it would be unwise for you to really pick a fight, so Pearson chose to ignore it and said, "I asked Lenny and Bill to go hunting before, but they found nothing."

At this time, Charles also came to the kitchen to warm himself by the fire.

Arthur joked with interest: "Oh, Lenny still prefers reading and writing to hunting, and Bill is a fool, unless the mountains and fields are full of prey waiting to be caught. Isn't it surprising that they can't find it..."

"That's enough," Charles interrupted Arthur at the right time, "We will find something to eat, let's go, Arthur, and Brandi."

Arthur and Brandy followed Charles to his horse, a gray and snow-dappled Appaloosa named "Taima." Charles took his customary bow and arrow from the saddle and handed it to Arthur.

: "Here, take it, I can't use it, but you can use it."

Arthur looked at this simple bow and arrow, which was more than an era behind guns, and said: "Are you kidding..."

"Shoot, we will scare away all the animals for miles around," Charles untied the reins tied to the hitching post and mounted the horse. "Live and learn, that's what I think."

Arthur looked at the bow and arrow, and finally handed it to Brandy: "I'd better give the opportunity to learn to young people."

"Then you're welcome," Brandy put the bow on his back and said, "This is a good thing. If I didn't know how to do it, I wouldn't keep hunting with a repeating rifle."

The three of them packed up, got on their horses and left the camp, heading along the river towards nearby Lake Isabella.

"How are you, Charles?" Arthur asked with concern.

"I'm fine, it's just this hand," Charles looked at his injured arm, with some annoyance in his tone, "Stupid mistake."

"Not recovered yet?" Arthur wondered.

"It will be fine in a day or two, but I can't draw the bow now," Charles replied.

Arthur laughed at himself: "I wish I could draw a bow, but I just don't have that talent."

"You can do it, believe me." Charles seemed certain about this.

"So, besides O'Drisco's people, is there anyone else to kill around here?" Arthur looked around, but couldn't see anything noteworthy.

"This area is actually surprisingly rich in species. Of course, it cannot be compared with those warm places with abundant water and grass," Brandy said. "The most common species here are black-tailed rabbits and white-tailed deer. Argali sheep are also distributed. Occasionally,

You can also see elk, and if you are very lucky, you may even encounter a moose.”

Charles smiled and said: "Although I don't understand this, I am sure that we can get meat back this time. Pearson is just talking nonsense. Now that the weather is getting better, it's time for the animals to come out to look for food."

"I remember that a long time ago, I saw a very special bison near this lake," Brandy began to share her knowledge with them. "Bisons are not supposed to appear in this area.

But it just appeared. To be honest, if I just say it with my mouth, you won’t believe that it actually exists, but its white fur really impressed me. It is simply a work of art among works of art.”

"I heard that there are very special animals in the world. They are either larger than similar animals, or have extremely special coat colors, or both. The most important thing is that they are unique." Charles

explain.

"Like the legendary mountain lion Jaguaro you told me before?" Arthur interjected.

"That's right," Charles confirmed, "it seems you are lucky. This kind of creature itself is a special product raised by nature. It is rare to find."

"Hey, do you think there is a possibility that we might encounter it today?" Brandi said thoughtfully.

Charles smiled: "Rather than thinking about whether these are available or not, we'd better find a high ground as soon as possible and see if we can hunt deer."

The three horses crossed the stream, turned left off the main road, and headed towards higher ground.

"It's been so difficult these days," Arthur said. "I rode north from Blackwater Town, got stuck in a snowstorm, and brought John back..."

Charles said: "You are under too much pressure. I really wish I could help you share it more before."

"That's not what I meant, it's just..." Arthur felt very complicated inside, "There are a lot of things that need to be thought about."

"I still don't know what happened on that ship." On the one hand, Charles expressed his doubts, and on the other hand, he wanted to see if Arthur knew anything.

"Me too," Arthur said. "Anyway, Javier told me some things, but... things are very bad."

The three of them crossed the hillside and returned to the main road again. It may be that the latitude here is relatively low, or it may be that the altitude here is lower, and some tenacious plants can already be seen emerging through the snow. They

It should be the first creature to welcome spring in this area.

"You can already see the grass, which is a good sign." Brandi said.

"Let's go this way and have a look." Charles controlled the horse's direction and led the team along the river.

The weather at this time is rare and sunny for this area. The sunshine reflects the white snowfield with a silvery glow, giving the barren snowfield a thriving atmosphere.

"The wind has stopped." Charles, who is good at using a bow and arrow, is more sensitive to the wind than Arthur and Brandy.

"Is this a good thing?" Arthur asked.

"It doesn't matter if there's no wind at all," Brandy explained at this time, "but if the wind is too strong, the animals won't come out."

"Shh," Charles suddenly pulled the horse's reins slightly, and Taima's pace immediately became slower and quieter. "Don't make any noise, I saw something."

Charles jumped off his horse and walked to the snow not far ahead, where there were several fresh footsteps.

Charles knelt down and checked for a while, and said with certainty: "A deer passed by here, not long ago."

Brandy also jumped off the horse, checked it carefully, and affirmed: "No more than fifteen minutes at most."

"How did you two figure it out?" Arthur was a little surprised and even more curious.

"How could you not see it," Charles said, "Next, we will track them on foot. Brandy, take that bow with you, you will need it. As for you, Arthur, don't shoot randomly..."

"That will scare away the animals for miles around, I know." Arthur said slightly impatiently.

The three of them followed the footprints, half-crouched, and walked lightly. After a while, Brandi, who was walking in front because he was holding a bow and arrow, suddenly stopped and signaled the two people behind him to stop.

On the edge of the stream in front, several white-tailed deer were munching on the tender grass emerging from the snow. They looked up from time to time and looked around, very leisurely and contented.

Brandi found a suitable angle, drew his bow and arrow, and aimed at the white-tailed deer closest to him.

Charles gently patted his tense shoulders to help him relax and asked: "First time using a bow and arrow?"

Brandi didn't care to speak and just nodded.

"I will teach you the secrets of using a bow when I have free time in the future. You are actually doing quite well now, but you must remember two points: first, relax your muscles and don't be too nervous; second, cherish every moment.

Arrows, treat every arrow as the last one. Be prepared, you can do it." Charles encouraged after some guidance.

Brandi remembered these words in his mind, but did not immediately reflect them in his actions. He knew that if he did not do some necessary things, the arrow would definitely fail. So he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the whole
To be continued...