ONE LAST RIDE

Blackwater, West Elizabeth

Reading over the letters again, Bobby kept mulling over the proposal agreed upon at the saloon. It felt exciting, getting to go out and explore the country outside of his long established home region. Hopefully his mother can understand and give him her blessings. It was kind of ridiculous as he thought about it. He's twenty three years of age, most would find it embarrassing to seek a parent's approval to go out and be their own man. Then again his mother was precious, all mothers were, the ones that raised you right and taught you the rights and wrongs of the world deserve all the respect and admiration in this world.

Once father was properly buried he would come back to West Elizabeth and meet up with Lemy and start this fun expedition of theirs. Shame Lyle refused to partake with them. He had his own issues, so Bobby didn't fault him for the rejection.

"Wonder if Lem would want to come to the funeral?" Bobby pondered.

Lemy as far as Bobby knew only came to comfort him and hang out with the three of them. He didn't really say much about wanting to literally be present at the burial. Unlike him his brothers didn't have the best relationship with Lincoln. Lyle clearly felt no love lost, but Lemy is or at least may be kind enough to pay his full respects to the man that was still his father.

Getting ready for bed and in the process of removing his boots, Bobby got startled as Lyle kicked the door open to his room.

"Lyle? What the hell?" Bobby demanded.

"Put those boots back on boy, there's an idiot in need of saving." Lyle urged him as he looked out the window of the second floor.

"Wait...what?" Bobby asked confusedly.

"Lemy damn it!" Lyle turned back to face him, "He's gonna spend more than a simple night in jail if those bounty hunters get to him first."

"Bounty hunters?" Bobby asked again.

He put his boots back on as Lyle impatiently waited for him. He still had no idea what was going on, but if Lemy was in trouble they had to save him, somehow. Once putting on his gun belt and duster on Bobby followed Lyle downstairs to the main lobby of the hotel. Along the way both brothers argued on how to bust him out.

"I don't have enough money for his bounty and it has to be pretty damn big!" Lyle argued.

"I'm not going to aim my gun at a deputy and become wanted!" Bobby countered back.

"It'll be quick." Lyle tried to sell Bobby his idea, "We go in and out in less than 20 seconds. Those two bounty hunters are going to be a major problem if they get there first."

Bobby didn't like this at all. He had never threatened an officer of the law before, no matter how racist or rude they may have behaved towards him, so to do this was a whole new layer to his character. Yes, they didn't want Lemy to be sent to a federal prison, but no he didn't want to become complicit in a crime.

"Look, we'll cover our faces. They cant-"

"I'm probably the only Hispanic in this damn town!" Bobby shouted, "They'll recognize my accent or skin tone, check the hotel books and print my goddamn name on every railroad station or Sheriff's office in this state! I don't need a fucking posse riding to my home and harass my mother!"

Lyle shut his eyes and massaged his temples in frustration. Bobby just wouldn't let up and they were wasting time debating back and forth.

"Do you have a better fucking plan then?" He growled.

Both had reached the street, Lyle's horse hitched to a nearby post. Bobby thought it through and it troubled him that Lyle was right. There was no other way around it, they needed to act now.

Before he could speak up Lyle nudged him with an elbow and pointed towards the saloon.

"That's them two over there." They saw the two men who were the presumed bounty hunters entering the Blackwater saloon, "Guess they're thirsty after a long ride, we have a window of opportunity Bobby, now or never."

Lyle took off his raincoat revealing his clothing. A dirty and faded white rolled up shirt underneath a wolf vest with a gun belt holding one gun holster and three sheaths carrying two different knives and a hatchet. Pants were sewed up and patched with a spot of wolf fur chaps covering his boots. On both his wrists he had a pair of custom made leather bracers with a metal alloy to add extra protection. His hair now freely dangled down to his waist after removing the hairband and he looked ready to commit trouble.

From his horse Lyle grabbed a leather quiver full with arrows and an additional hunting knife and woodsman axe strapped to the side and slung it over his back. With bow and arrow ready in hand he looked at Bobby for confirmation.

"We don't have to fight." Bobby groaned.

"Not my first dance with the law. " Lyle replied.

As he began to jog towards the sheriff's office Bobby ran up to him and pulled him back.

"For fucks sake Bobby!" Lyle was now irritated.

"I got a better idea." His brother said.

Back in the jail cell Lemy was bored, very bored. Getting arrested after defending his brother's dignity was a rare one for him. Now Bobby would have to bail him out, waste more money after purchasing the train ticket and funeral arrangements for their old man. As he laid on the crappy makeshift bed he hoped that Bobby would forget about him and not bother paying his bail.

"Just get out of town bro, I'll be fine." Lemy said to himself.

He also wondered about Lyle, did he already leave? That guy had no love for their father, so it made sense that he would immediately leave after seeing his cold pale corpse. Thinking more about it Lemy worried that Lyle may have done something brutal to Lincoln's body, a final fuck you to their old man.

"Crap, Bobby is not going to like this if he did." He wondered.

The booze slowly relaxing his muscles and pulsing his headache, Lemy tried to get some shut eye. Best to wait till sunrise.

There were only two deputies on standby or on a lack of better terms, simply lazing about in the office. As the sleep finally creeped up on the young man an intruder interrupted his silent night.

"The general store is on fire!" The random stranger announced.

"What the hell?" The deputy remarked.

"Oh Christ, we gotta go wake up the Chief!" The other shouted as all three ran out and left Lemy all alone in his cell as he slowly sobered up.

Laying in his cottage bed Lemy only thought about the possible treasure map that his father carried with him. The other half was missing, probably on him until his untimely death. Tomorrow morning after paying whatever small fine these law keepers handed him he would ride out to Big Valley and begin his investigation. Something had to be there, anything that the old man may have left behind in order to continue the trail. Such a shame that Bobby wouldn't join him right away, father needed to be buried after all.

"Fucking Lyle... can't ease up about anything." He muttered, lowering his hat over his eyes, "Always bitching and moaning about anything and everything, too full of shit up his own-"

The door opened up and both Loud brothers walked in with caution. Faces covered and weapons drawn, well just Lyle with his hatchet in hand as Bobby still had his revolver on the holster of his gun belt. Lemy peeked one eye out and immediately stood up to greet them.

"Lyle? Bobby? What's happening?" Lemy asked, grabbing a hold of the cell bars.

"Busting you out of your natural habitat dumbass." Lyle snarked as he looked out the window.

"Cool." Lemy smiled without any further thought into it. His brothers had come to his rescue and that was good enough for him, besides this hasn't been his first tryst with jailbreaking in the past.

"There's some bounty hunters in town looking for you." Bobby said as he searched around the sheriff's desk.

"What inglorious misdeeds have you produced big brother?" Lyle mocked him further, "Did some rancher caught you fucking the sheep?"

"Get a little closer, I couldn't hear you properly." Lemy beckoned him with a sardonic smile.

"No wait, maybe it was both the wife and the sheep at the same time." Lyle was being very confident, mostly due to having a physical barrier between the two.

Bobby rolled his eyes at the two already bickering without having less than five seconds of seeing each other. Outside the yells of the townsfolk stayed at their given distance. The fire they had created may have worked better then expected which meant that they had just enough time to get the hell out of dodge and up the many hills of the Great Plains. Now if he could find the damn keys!

"Bobby what's taking so long?" Lyle impatiently asked him.

"I uh, the keys...I can't find them." Bobby panicked.

"Oh for fucks sake!" Lyle groaned and walked over to him.

Now both of them were rapidly searching the office, making a massive mess of papers and other office trinkets being thrown and scattered to the floor. Lemy on his part attempted to open the cell's door with his own method. He started bashing his body against it hoping some screws would come loose, but only bruising his shoulder in the long run. Seeing a locked drawer Lyle pushed Bobby aside and quickly began to hack at it with his hatchet hoping the keys were in there.

As the town was distracted and brought to life by a burning building, three brothers desperately destroyed a sheriff's office and they had more trouble coming up. The front door opened up again and in the middle of the chaos everybody froze and stared at each other. The two bounty hunters that Lyle came across and another man with them stood by the door entrance with looks of surprise at the scene they just walked upon. Bobby saw the bronze star on the third man, another deputy of this here bustling town it seemed. All five men aside from Lemy still locked away stood on opposite ends of the room. Both sides awaited for a reaction, any hint of movement at all.

"What the hell are-" The deputy finally spoke up, but was immediately cut off as Lyle's hatchet flew straight to his face and knocked him out cold. Lucky him that the blunt side of the weapon struck him down instead of the sharp cutting edge.

Before the two bounty hunters could pull out their weapons Lyle pulled out his hunting knife and charged the one on the left leaving Bobby to quickly deal with the other.

"Argh!" the man yelled as Lyle stabbed him on the shoulder while grappling with the other hand over the handgun.

Bobby on the other hand was having a harder time dealing with his own opponent. Much taller and experienced then the Hispanic kid could ever be, he easily ragdoll Bobby to the floor and both began to grapple it out. Lemy shook his cell bars and shouted at his brothers to fight, if only he could get out and join in. Bobby was really struggling as he got punched and elbowed, despite his lack of defense he managed to get a hold on him, preventing him from reaching his revolver and shooting him dead.

Over with Lyle the young hunter was getting tired of the man still putting up a fight so he head butts him square in the nose cracking it in the process. That was enough to allow an opening and faze him with an uppercut followed by a swift knee to the groin and a headlock as the man leans forward in pain. Back over with Bobby the scuffle had them rolling towards the cell with the youngest brother trapped against the cell and the bounty hunter. His bandana having fallen off at this point.

"Stupid Mexican shit head." The bounty hunter hissed and placed both hands on Bobby's throat and squeezed.

"Oh hell no!"

Lemy extended his arm outside the bars as far as he could and grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt and with all his strength pulled him forward, smashing his face against the steel bars. That was enough for him to let go of Bobby. Before even having the opportunity to blink, Lemy who still had a fist full of his shirt yanked him repeatedly against the steel. The sickening noise that the impact of flesh, bone and teeth being crushed all at once was louder than the grunts of struggle that Lyle and his opponent were making. After the eight bash the man had lost consciousness; broken teeth, massive cuts and bruised skin and swollen eyes were all that decorated the man's face. Bobby wasn't sure if he was even still alive, but was at best grateful for his brother's assistance.

"You good?" Lemy looked at Bobby, completely ignoring the bloody beating he had dished out.

"...Yeah...thanks." Bobby massaged his neck as he got back to his feet.

Lyle was now on the ground still clinging on to the other bounty hunter, squeezing the oxygen of the man. Punching him with his free left hand on the ribs, Lyle was dealing damage to the fading man until he stopped moving overall. Shoving the unconscious man aside he got to one knee and took a quick breather.

"Check...the...deputy, Bobby." Lyle pointed over at the man he had attacked with his hatchet.

Going over to the deputy, Bobby checked his pulse, which got a tirade from Lyle, "Keys, Bobby! Check for some fucking keys to get this moron out of here!"

Finding the keys on him he quickly went over to Lemy and opened the cell for his brother. Lemy stepped out and patted him on the head in appreciation and went over to the desk and pulled on the locked drawer with all his strength. Lyle retrieved his hatchet and had started to loot the three men for any valuables. Bobby went to the door and peeked outside to get a view of the situation. The light of the flames were still active, but it appeared to slowly be under control. The town officials must already be putting it out, they need to get out now.

"Guys we need to leave." Bobby told them.

"Not without my weapons." Lemy grunted as he pulled at the drawer which was probably were hsi gun belt and revolvers were being kept in.

"For fucks sake." Lyle walked over to him and handed him his hatchet, "Use this, that brute strength of yours should get it done."

And as Lyle predicted Lemy smashed right through the wooden desk and made a hole wide enough for him to retrieve his artifacts. All ready the three of them exited the building and stuck to the shadows as they quietly sneaked past the large crowd down the street and to the harbor where their horses patiently waited for them. Reaching them all three brothers mounted their respective horse and immediately raced up the road and away from town under the cover of night. Not knowing where they would go and what would follow afterwards.

The following morning, Lemy woke up under a tent and probably in a much better mood than how he was feeling the previous night. What a wild night that had been, yet it was tamed in comparison to the many others he'd loved through in his many travels across the west.

Exiting the tent he sees Lyle resting by the campfire taking a swig of his canteen while sharpening the tip ends of his arrows. Looking around he saw the horses, saw Lyle's bedroll out in the open and many hills as far as he could see. Birds flew over him and in the far distance he could see a herd of bison grazing peacefully, but he could not see Bobby anywhere within the perimeter of camp.

"Morning." Lemy said.

"Morning." Lyle answered.

Both didn't speak much, they never did for it would immediately turn into an argument, but at the moment there wasn't much to argue about. They escaped town and the law was now aware of his presence in this U.S. state. There would be a posse searching for them soon. Fair thing that they camped out right next to the Lower Montana River easy to lose their scent after crossing the stream, but also they were at a short distance from Thieves Landing and it would be maniacal for anything less than a posse of highly trained U.S. Marshals to enter that notorious place full of smugglers and killers.

"Where's Bobby?" Lyle examined his arrows as Lemy asked him the whereabouts of their younger brother.

"Went back to town." He replied back as he put his arrows away, "Needed to see and be sure that the old man would be shipped off to his official grave site in Armadillo."

"Right." Lemy understood.

Taking a spot next to his brother Lemy stared into the fire and wondered about the many things that have happened since their reunion. Lyle offered him his canteen which Lemy accepted and drank the sweet cold water to combat the sun's heat rays hovering above them. Both sat in silence, peaceful silence with the chirping of birds as their only source of entertainment. It's been a long time since either had been around each other this long. It was even rarer for Lyle of all people to care enough to bust him out of a jail cell, personally certain that the sarcastic hunter would rather leave him to serve his time with the local sheriff just to get a kick out of it. Guess this time it was different, with such a large bounty on his head after all.

"Thanks for coming back for me." Lemy spoke up.

"...You're my brother." Lyle spoke matter of' factly.

"Yep, guess I am."

Both continued on in silence. Lemy eventually got up and grabbed a pair of binoculars that belonged to Lyle and scoped the surrounding area. Lyle remained seated, now playing around with his knife, lazily swinging it in the air and admiring the custom made handle he had crafted himself; a deer's head, well carved in detail. He had cleaned it of the blood from the man he had stabbed the other night. He was originally aiming for the throat, but honestly bloodying his shirt for a simple jailbreak was not worth it.

Another thought came to mind and he did not want to give it center stage. It was stupid, he wanted no part in it, he just wanted to go back to his cabin and live out his life. Unfortunately the idea continued to persist him to no end.

"You know this plan of yours is not guaranteed to work?: Lyle talked to Lemy and turned around to face him.

"Huh?" Lemy asked.

"For fucks sake." Lyle muttered as he got to his feet, "The old man's supposed treasure map you numbskull, you actually planning on searching for it?"

"Guess I am." Lemy replied back.

Lyle sighed at his persistence for such foolish endeavors, "I ain't saying you can't, I'm just warning you not to be chasing after fool's gold. Even more now that you got little Bobby involved."

"Bobby is 23 years old, he's his own man." Lemy disputed.

"He's nothing like you and I." Lyle countered and approached him, "He's civilized. He doesn't need to rob, hurt and kill like you and I. Bobby is a ranch hand caring for his mother, too preoccupied with making enough money to purchase food for the week. He's not a survivalist. He's not ready for the real world and its many cruel attributes like you and I."

Lemy listened to Lyle as he spoke the truth, the last thing he wanted was for Bobby to get hurt. Their father already lost his life due to this torn up paper, danger was evident and promised if they went forward with the plan. Regardless, he had a feeling that whatever got their father killed was worth the hunt.

"I trust Bobby to take care of himself and I trust that we will survive against whatever comes our way." Lemy firmly said with no doubt on him.

"How can you say that and which such stupid confidence?" Lyle incredulously stared at him, "Come on Lemy, do you honestly, truthfully believe that there really is some hidden gold out there that he wasted his life searching for? Ignores us, forgot about us, all for some stupid fucking nonsense!"

Lemy sighed at his brother's anger. It was understandable, out of the three, Lyle hated dad the most, would have shot him square in the head if they had ever crossed paths again too. He understood his pain, anger and deep rooted resentment for someone that failed to be an active father for them. Lemy himself also had some deep issues of his own, but with their father dead that sentiment suddenly decreased by a large margin. Perhaps he had always held a soft spot for the old man, always hoped that they could have worked things out between them two before this tragedy struck. All that aside, Lemy saw an opportunity and the last seven years of his life have been nothing but opportunities and risks. That and Lemy wouldn't admit it to anyone else, but this journey can also help them track down the ones responsible for their father's death. As much as the relationship felt strained, Lemy needed to make amends somehow and this was the best lead.

"Well, what if it's real? What then Lyle?" Lemy lit up a cigarette, "Do we ignore it just because dad was directly associated with it? Or do we all find a fortune that he had promised us, all three of us?"

"Come on man." Lyle groaned at the sales pitch he was being given.

"I believe...that none of us are meant to keep on living pathetic broken lives. Bobby, slaving away in the hot sun just to bring in a few cents to his mother who he deeply loves. Me, constantly on the run for the many things I have done in the past to help the ones closest to my heart. You wasting away in them mountains, unable to move on and let go of the pain, just like me, just like Bobby."

Lyle remained quiet as Lemy gave one of those rare speeches that he was definitely not good at delivering. Lemy removed the cigarette from his mouth and coughed out smoke, deep in thought of the words he was saying, and so was Lyle.

"I don't care if you can't or won't ever forgive him, but we shouldn't refuse this last gift of his. Let's grab all our chips and go all in. A better life for us. A new start and best of all." Lemy grinned with excitement in those eyes of his, "One last ride, the three of us together. One last ride as brothers."

Lyle was hesitant to speak, his face was a bag of mixed emotions after all that Lemy had said. Pacing around the fire pit he contemplated everything. Finding anything that may be a worthy excuse, that small angry voice that has been dictating his life to forget it all and leave it all behind. Closing his eyes, he gave out the loudest sighed he had ever purposely given.

With one hand over his face, massaging his eyebrows he gave his official answer.

"You two morons are going to starve to death or get eaten by wolves out there, I am not letting you two die and haunt me every damn night." Lyle grabbed his hat and put it on, "Fuck it, lets do this shit."

Now the trio was completed. All three were on board and ready to commence a new journey into a brand new chapter of their respective lives. Once collecting all the essentials around the campsite both brothers headed out to the edge of Blackwater and remained hidden over a cliff that gave them an entire overlook of the city. From up there they saw the train that would be transporting their father's casket back to Armadillo, New Austin. Bobby was somewhere down there finalizing the paperwork. It was a risk to go back there after the damage that they had caused last night, but dad's coffin needed to be properly shipped off.

Lyle looked over with his binoculars as Lemy used the power of the naked eye and his average vision to spot anything unusual.

"Feels weird." Lyle spoke.

"What does?"

"Us three being here and watching the man whose death brought us together take off to his final resting place." Lyle lowered the binoculars.

"Yeah, death does that to folks." Lemy took a swig of his flask.

"Drinking and riding? Already looking to get yourself killed do ya?" Lyle patted his horse as Lemy shrugged off his warning.

Soon enough the train rang out the bell and blew the whistle. Both brothers silently watched the train leave the city of blackwater and slowly disappear into the horizon. Their father is gone for good, but his promise still full of hope for his children. Lemy and Lyle rode away from the cliff and towards a crossroads that lead to many different locations across the state of West Elizabeth. After some time they saw the approaching figure of Bobby up ahead.

Seeing Lyle was a surprise for the youngest, but a welcoming one, " So, you in?"

"Guess I am." Lyle expressed annoyance, yet that small smirk said otherwise.

"Guess we are." Lemy added in.

"So where to now guys?" Bobby asked, already feeling eager.

Lemy looked over at the wooden post behind them with multiple arrows pointed at different directions. One name in particular stuck out for him.

"Big Valley. Dad's letter mentioned him staying in some town called Strawberry up there. That's our first spot and once there we work out the rest and hope to God Almighty that we discover a trail with more leads." Lemy rode up front as Lyle and Bobby followed in that respective order.

"It's gonna be at least a half day ride to get there," Lyle concluded, "We'll be arriving around the evening maybe past midnight if we choose to take a break."

"Never been that far north before, thank God it's September." Bobby talked behind them.

"Mt. Hagen is around the corner of said settlement, it'll be cold at night already." Lyle replied, "Don't worry we'll buy proper provisions once there. I'm going to make sure you're safe throughout all of this okay?"

"Sure." Bobby agreed to the idea, "By the way what's your horse's name, it's an Andalusian isn't it?"

"Good eye. Her name is Liena," Lyle lovingly petted his longtime companion.

All three remained quiet, only the clapping of the horses' hooves and the chirping of nearby birds. Every once in a while a critter would sprint across the trail from them. A small one horse wagon appeared ahead of them, but the rider paid them no mind, a simple greeting as they crossed each other.

After some time Bobby spoke up, "So if we do hypothetically find gold or whatever it may be, what are y'all's plans with it?"

"I live in the Appalachians, there isn't much to do up there." Lyle answered first.

"I hunt, I gather, skin and craft. That is my way of life. Whatever materialistic possessions I have are limited to what I can actually use out there to survive." He explained to the others.

"This...gold, if it's even gold, I suppose I can use it to repay a debt that has gone unpaid for a long time now." Lyle said.

"Who can you possibly owe money to? You live off the land." Lemy questioned him.

"Just some kind folk that took care of me when shit got real. They deserve all the fortune in the world after helping a wanted man like myself escape unjust punishment." Lyle answered rather calmly as his brothers raised their eyebrows.

"What's your bounty?" Lemy asked curiously.

Lyle pondered for a second, trying to remember the exact amount, "$80 give or take."

"What the hell did you do?" Bobby was surprised to see his brother have such a high bounty on him.

"I did the right thing and will never regret it."

"Not bad, not bad at all." Lemy grinned at Lyle's revelation, "Still doesn't beat mine."

"Enlightened us then." Lyle's asked with full sarcasm.

"$400" Lemy replied.

Both Lyle and Bobby halted their horses and looked back at Lemy with shock and disbelief. The oldest one continued following the path at a slow and steady pace, giving out a huge smile that the two behind him couldn't see.

"Okay, what the hell did YOU do?!" Bobby shouted at him.

"Plenty of stupid and dangerous jobs" Lemy reflected back on past times out in the west.

"Most of the charges are from Texas, New Mexico and Arizona. Always stuck close to the border to avoid capture after a stick up robbery or coach robbery, but it wasn't always the safest bet at times." Lemy admitted.

"You didn't k-kill any-" Lemy turned Slayer around to look at them both.

"I never took a life that didn't have it coming. I ain't no cold blooded killer, Bobby. I need the money, but murdering innocents is savage and uncalled for. I ain't like them demented O'Driscoll Boys out west." Lemy gave them a serious look.

"O'Driscolls huh? Heard a lot about them Irish leprechauns, always raiding and drinking towns dry. Hunting and murdering for money and...gold." Lyle got quiet as he said that last part.

"Can't be them. We're too far East, last I heard, they had a shootout with U.S. Marshals in some mining town out in the Rocky Mountains." Lemy clarified their concerns.

Can't be Del Lobo tampoco." Bobby added to the discussion, "That gang is a plague to all of New Austin, but they're very territorial. Won't venture out of the state. Perros todos ellos son."

"Well regardless someone is out there hunting the same fabled pot of gold as us and they will get it whatever it takes. Father is evidence of that." Lyle drank from his canteen before switching spots with Bobby, the Hispanic now in the middle of the formation.

"We'll see about that."Lemy accepted the challenge.

"Bobby, are you planning on moving out of New Austin? You did just say that the region is extremely lawless." Lyle asked.

"Well...not without money I can't. I would need to purchase land, material for a house and such. Then again I just don't like the fact that I'll be leaving behind Dad's grave as well my sister's." Bobby quietly spoke.

Lemy and Lyle felt bad for him. Their other sibling, Reina, Bobby's twin sister had died of a rattlesnake bite when out playing one day. Only six years old and her time on this earth had ended so fast and cruelly. It hurt Bobby more than anything since he was the one to discover her body late that day after being unable to find her all morning. Both Lemy and Lyle had written him letters of condolences and support. Since then they have been extra protective of him even at this current age. Losing family hurt and they all could relate to the pain.

"Don't think too hard on it." Lyle gave him a sympathetic smile.

"Thanks." Bobby smiled back.

"I want to pay off some property." Lemy tried to change the somber subject, "Got a nice place worth investing in, but the banker is a total asshole about the interest rate."

"I'm sure someone already beat you to it." Lyle retorted, him too wanted to steer Bobby away from said feelings.

"Not really, someone is already looking after it." Lemy pointed out that fact.

"They're so going to steal it from underneath your nose." Lyle continued to pester him

Nah, I trust her with all my heart." Lemy rejected Lyle's opinion, "We have a mutual understanding."

"Look at that, got yourself a lady friend there Lemuel? Wonder how you managed to trick her into agreeing to be by your sorry side." Lyle wouldn't stop as Bobby chuckled at his antics.

"Like I said, I trust her." Lemy smiled warmly about the person in question.

After about thirty minutes of riding they had reached the Upper Montana River and followed the trail alongside it. If they stuck to the path everything would be alright. If trouble made its presence known then the three would retaliate with all their given strength. That got Bobby concerned, another thing they had yet to talk about.

"Guys? What of the people who were after dad? They may have the other half of the map in their possession."

Lyle and Lemy thought about it, he did have a point.

"Let's just keep our heads low and hopefully find a clue that can inform us about their identities, a better understanding of who we are facing off against. After that we create a plan to snatch back what is rightfully ours either by stealth or force if it comes down to it, but Bobby.." Lemy shouted back at his younger brother, "If the latter does happen stay behind, your life is more important than mine and prince charming here.

"Fuck you." Lyle said.

"No thank you," Lemy responded before a smirk formed on his face, "Unless I'm shit over heels drunk then...maybe I can see myself mistaking you for a cute and lovely maiden in need of love."

"That's...fucking gay." Lyle deadpanned.

Bobby and Lemy laughed at the exchange while Lyle simply rolled his eyes at their immaturity. The three continued on the trail. It was going to be a long ride and they would have to conserve all their energy for the many events and possible dangers that will come to be. None of that worried them however for they had each other. Three brothers, different mothers, same father, different goals, but a once in a lifetime opportunity to challenge destiny and discover a future for them and their families.

The sons of Lincoln Loud riding together for the first time ever, for the last time.