Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Wings of Fire or the story of Home on the Range, only how the story goes. The characters of Wings of Fire belongs to Tui T. Sutherland and Home on the Range belongs to Disney. I apologize for any errors in grammar and/or if I was not accurate in reference to something.

A/N: This chapter probably won't be too big. But I am glad that I thought about doing it this way.

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Chapter Seven: Slim's Plan of Revenge

The day was just starting out for the dragon rustlers when they finally returned to their hideout. Their hideout was a large abandoned mine that had many a tunnels going through it. And from the sound of his laughter, Slim was still pretty happy that they had been successful in snagging another herd of drakes. The captive reptiles had been filed into a large chamber that had its own living room and changing station. Slim looked as the dragons filed into the open space and said, "Five thousand dragons, fellas. I mixture of just about every dragon type there is." He crossed his arms as he said with pride, "Not bad for one night's work is it?"

"Pick a color." One of his nephews, though he could tell that it was Phil said. He looked back with a glare at two of them slacking off with a cootie catcher. Slim then repeated himself, "I said, not bad for one night's work, eh?"

"Oh." They both said before starting to clap and praise their uncle. Slim smiled and tipped his hat to them, "Thank you. Thank you."

Slim walked up to one of the many dragons and lifted the wing. He noticed a certain marking on it and said, "And judging by the mark on the wing here, I'd say that this is the last of Big Mike Donald's herd."

"Big Mike Donald had a farm?" Gil, who was sitting on the couch in front of the map and held a guitar, said the beginning to a beloved children's song. The other two went along by singing…

Phil and Bill: E-I-E-I-

"Oh." They both cried out in pain when Slim knocked them on the noggin with his fists. Slim chuckled and said, "That's right. He used to have a farm."

With a dark laugh he jumped onto the part of the living room with the changing station and switched his usual clothes for a business man disguise while saying, "But now that all of his cash cows have gone and disappeared, that sucker's gonna be flat broke.

"It's the perfect time for a certain upstanding land owner to step in and take all the land." He finished when he came out in the disguise and placed a hat on his head while holding onto a hooked cane. But it seemed to greatly confuse his nephews as two of the three panicked and Phil said, "Aah! Who are you?"

"Where's Uncle Slim? What did you do to him?" Bill questioned and pointed to the disguised Slim. They both raised their fists when Phil said, "Put up your dukes, Mr. Fancy Britches."

"Do it now." Bill agreed and started swinging his fists as well. Phil went on to the stage and threw a fist, but Slim managed to catch it and hurt the brother by squeezing it. Phil cried out in pain, "Ah-Ah-Ah!"

"It's me, hello?" Slim quirked a brow when he removed the hat and glasses from his disguise. Then he started swatting the rustler with his hat when he reminded, "This here is the disguise I gotta use when I have to sneak into all them auctions-" He pointed to the map behind Gill with his cane, "And buy all the land, you brainless monotone monkeys."

"Shoot, you got to be the richest land baron in the whole west." Gil said while tuning the guitar. Phil and Bill started clapping for Slim again and the cattle rustler laughed when he became proud of his accomplishments. He walked up to the map with his hands behind his back and said, "Yes, but the part that really warms my cold, dark heart is…" He removed a branding iron from a bed of hot coals in a stove and walked up to the map, "Is watching all those homesteaders suffer from the loss."

He placed the branding iron on both Mike Donald and the Dixon Ranch as a mark of his claimed land. Both spots hissed from the steam. Slim glared as he remembered from his past, "Back in the day, I went and worked the highfalutniest ranches that you ever seen.

"But those stuck-up ranch bosses couldn't seem to appreciate my talents." He clenched his fist. Phil shrugged, "Maybe they just didn't like your singing too much."

Bill was in agreement when he started nodding and shaking his head. But Phil's words seemed to make Alameda Slim tense up and his teeth grinded together when he turned and questioned with the brand in both hands, "My singing?"

Gil's guitar broke as all three Willie brothers gasped from how upset Slim was looking. Bill placed a hand of Phil's mouth to keep him from saying anymore. Slim walked up and pointed out, "Songbirds sing." He pointed the branding iron at them and they took a step back when he said, "Saloon gals sing. Little bitty snot-nosed children sing.

"I yodel." Slim clarified when he gestured to himself. His yell echoed throughout the mine, "And yodeling is an art that I proudly make!"

"Well, maybe they just didn't like your yodeling." Bill suggested and it made Phil cover his mouth. The two brothers were able to move out of the way when Slim started swinging at them with the branding iron while keeping each other's mouths still covered. From his spot on the couch, Gill tried to make it better by saying, "He didn't mean anything by it, Uncle Slim.

"Everybody does like yodeling." That made Slim stop swinging and look back to the third Willie brother while the other two looked really scared. But Gil's next few words didn't seem to make it any better, "Why, it's one of the funniest, cornball, goofy, silly sounds in the whole wide west."

With a growl, Slim raised the branding iron to strike. But like his brother's Gil was able to dodge each strike. And each time Slim swung, he happened to notice something that he hadn't before. Slim gasped when there was one piece of land left and his eye twitched from it. When Gil sat up again, Slim started to ask, "Uh, Gil?"

"Uh-huh?" A nervous Gil asked while moving back in front of the piece of land with his head. Slim then questioned while looking to the head of the branding iron, "Am I correct in the assumption that each and every time that we come back here with a dragon herd to this secret lair…" He used a finger to push Gil's head back to reveal the Patch of Heave piece of land and pointed at it, "You've gone and managed to sit in the exact same spot blocking that choice piece of property from my view?"

"This is my comfy place." Gil said with a happy smile. But he could tell from the look on Slim's face that the boss was not happy and asked, "What?"

He screamed when Slim grabbed him by the throat and looked to bash the Willie brother on the head with the branding iron. But Phil was able to save his brother by saying, "It's called Patch of Heaven, Uncle Slim.

"And it goes on auction Thursday morning." He added when he pointed to a spot on a paper. This seemed to change Slim's mood as he lightly bashed Gil on the head with the branding iron, "Perfect. Pencil it in as one of my appointments." Gil fell to the floor as Slim decided, "Thursday morning- right after we sell of this here herd."

"But it's just a little old dirt farm." Bill pointed out after doing that task. But Slim just shrugged when he said, "Ah, what's the difference if it is?" He held the iron at the ready while looking at the piece of land on the map, "When you're talking about revenge, every last acre…

"Counts." He darkly grinned when he placed the branding iron over the spot. The steam from the iron hissed for a moment.

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Author's Note: Not the first time that I've done something like this with the chapters of a villain, and it probably won't be the last. We get back to the girls and Spirit in the next chapter. So stay tuned, I'll have them up for your reading pleasure. I look forward to reading your reviews. Be sure to leave a comment either about if I've done something wrong or if you want something specifically to happen. See you next time.