How about you go and make the medicinal soup we just made at the clinic?"

Mattie smiled slightly, nodded obediently, turned and left the room, and closed the door very considerately.

"A very nice little girl, isn't she?" Brandi said as she watched Mattie leave.

"It's very good, so good that I can hardly tell that this is a little girl who looks to be in her early ten years," Pastor Swanson said with some compassion. "It's hard to imagine what kind of experience it took to create such a beautiful girl."

Such a sensible child, oh, God bless her."

"Okay, Pastor," Brandi interrupted Swanson's sigh and said, "Tell me, what's going on with Valentine now?"

"Valentine is in chaos right now," Swanson said. "The battle that was enough to be called a war five days ago has set off a thousand waves. In these five days, the bailiffs, the governor, and even the United States

The Army sent a company to investigate the situation. The bailiffs and the governor only came to understand the situation, inspect and express condolences. The U.S. Army company helped clean up the wreckage of the train and the bombed houses in the town, and also helped bury them.

The townspeople who died in this battle cremated the bodies of the cultists and O'Drisco, but the subsequent reconstruction work still has to be left to the people who are still alive in this town."

"Is that just that?" Brandi was a little confused. "Didn't this incident alarm Detective Pinkerton and Cornwall? After all, this is a big case, and Mr. Cornwall also indirectly provided a huge contribution to this defense battle.

Where’s the help?”

“Pinkerton came, but nothing happened,” Swanson recalled. “That afternoon, a thin man and a fat man from the Pinkerton Detective Company came to town and met with the police who were organizing an outdoor meeting.

Sergeant Malloy briefly chatted with Sergeant Malloy, who was working as a police officer, and then left. I don’t know what we talked about specifically, but what can we talk about in a chat that lasted less than five minutes?”

"Haha, according to Pinkerton's level of detective, if you ask targeted questions, five minutes is enough to find out all the details about our gang." Brandy thought.

"What about the gang?" Brandi asked, "Is everyone still in town?"

"Dutch sent someone to bring me, Abigail and Mrs. Adler to the town, and left immediately. Hosea told him that such a big thing happened, and such famous wanted criminals as them were in the town.

It is extremely dangerous to stay in the town, and I think Dutch himself should understand this, because before he left, he told the Sheriff not to tell others under any circumstances that a group of foreign cowboys played an important role in this battle,"

Pastor Swanson took a sip of coffee and said, "Originally, they planned to use a carriage to pull you back. If it hadn't been for the efforts of Dr. Calloway and I to stop it, and little Mattie's volunteering, you wouldn't be there now.

Enjoy the blessing of a warm quilt in your rooftop residence.”

"Yeah, I really should thank you," Brandi smiled slightly and asked, "Speaking of this, how is my injury? I only know that I was shot, but where exactly was it shot, who shot it, and how long will it take to heal?

Recovery, I don’t even count these.”

"Of course you can't count, remember? You just woke up more than half an hour ago," Swanson joked. "Speaking of your injuries, you are really lucky. You were injured by Odris

The snipers from the Kobe Gang took a shot. Fortunately, they were all half-hearted. Otherwise, it would have been your head that got shot. In that case, you would have had no choice but to go see God. Speaking of which, that shot did hit you.

The torso was still a penetrating wound, but the bullet actually avoided all the organs in your body. Because of this, we were able to save you. Now, since you are awake, you are out of danger, so don’t worry too much.

Yes, it’s just that such a penetrating gunshot wound will definitely take some time to recover. The specific time depends on your own recovery ability.”

"Ha, I don't have much confidence in this aspect." Feeling the pain from the right side of her body, Brandi said with a wry smile.

Swanson said with some disdain: "You look like a chick who has been shot for the first time. He lacks experience. You don't know how many bullets I have taken out for the boys in the gang. None of them will be alive and kicking in a short time."

?As for John, you are one of the people who rescued him, and you know best how injured he is, but now? He can already go to the ground and help with simple chores in the camp."

Brandy smiled and said nothing, thinking: "Can I compete with those two iron men, Arthur and John? I guess with a gunshot wound like mine, they wouldn't even be able to say a word if they were hit two or three times at a time.

One sound."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Anyway, you can have fun under these conditions. Don't forget that other members of our gang are still sleeping in the open," Swanson said here,

He showed a slightly vulgar smile and said, "Besides, there is a pretty little girl taking care of you. With this condition, I wish it was me lying on this bed now."

"Ah, yes, you old beast," Brandi said mercilessly, "just like when you were in the monastery and those little boys who looked like porcelain dolls waited on you?"

Pastor Swanson's expression immediately became serious: "Don't talk nonsense. Although I am drunk, lustful, and even took drugs, I have never done such a thing."

Brandy smiled casually and said, "Just kidding, why are you nervous?"

"Nonsense, any clergyman who is humiliated like this would be doing you a favor if he didn't call you blasphemous directly," Pastor Swanson stood up and said, "Anyway, you have a good rest. The clinic is very busy, so I will

I will keep it soon. The decoction was provided by Dr. Calloway. It should be taken three times a day. It is best to take it on an empty stomach. After two days when the news subsides, I will send the news back to the gang and everyone will come to see you."

"Thank you, pastor," Brandy said, not believing in religion, but crossing herself on her chest in a decent manner, "thank you for everything you have done, and may the Lord bless you."

As a pastor who hangs out with gangs all year round, Swanson is indeed different from ordinary pastors. Although he was stunned for a moment when he heard Brandy's heartfelt words, he obviously didn't expect Brandy to do this, but soon, he

He said in a scornful tone that should not belong to a pastor: "You'd better pray that the bullets will avoid you next time, you unlucky boy." After saying that, he turned around and left.

Brandy turned his eyes out the window again. The sun was shining brightly outside, the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant. In the distance, he could hear some noise in the nearby town of Valentine. Although he didn't know why it started, it always gave him a sense of prosperity and positivity.
Chapter completed!