We finally get to meet the gang!
I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Just a heads up that there are some sad moments in this chapter, including mentions of death.

Chapter Six

WANTED

CARLISLE 'OLD MAN CLAYTON'

THE NOTORIOUS MURDERER AND GANG LEADER

OF THE

CLAYTON GANG

$8000 ALIVE $6000 DEAD

WANTED

CURLY BILL

FOR MURDER, KIDNAPPING, TRAIN ROBBERY

BANK ROBBERY, HORSE THEFT

$6000 ALIVE $4000 DEAD

WANTED

MAD MADSEN

FOR MURDER, KIDNAPPING, BANK ROBBERY

STAGE COACH ROBBERY, HORSE THEFT

WANTED ALIVE FOR QUESTIONING

KNOWN CLAYTON GANG MEMBER

REWARD $4000

WANTED

EMMETT DALTON

FOR KIDNAPPING, BANK ROBBERY

STAGE COACH ROBBERY, HORSE THEFT, LARCENY

WANTED ALIVE FOR QUESTIONING

KNOWN CLAYTON GANG MEMBER

REWARD $2000

WANTED

SULLIVAN

FOR MURDER, KIDNAPPING, BANK ROBBERY, LARCENY

WANTED ALIVE FOR QUESTIONING

KNOWN CLAYTON GANG MEMBER

REWARD $3000

WANTED

$3000 REWARD WILL BE PAID FOR THE CAPTURE

OF JACOB BLACK

DEAD OR ALIVE

FOR MURDER, ROBBERY, HORSE THEFT,

CATTLE RUSTLING, SELLING GUNS TO NATIVES

WANTED

JOQUIN QUINCY

FOR MURDER, STAGE COACH ROBBERY,

HORSE THEFT, LARCENY

REWARD $2000

WANTED

CONNIE REEVES

FOR MURDER, ARSON, PROPERTY DESTRUCTION,

TRESSPASSING, FRAUD

REWARD $1500

WANTED

JARED WIBBLE

FOR MURDER, TRAIN ROBBERY,

STAGE COACH ROBBERY, HORSE THEFT

REWARD $1500

WANTED

CLAY & GEORGE MINOR

FOR THE BRUTAL MURDER OF THE

FORSYTHS FAMILY, ARSON, STAGE COACH ROBBERY,

TRAIN ROBBERY, HORSE THEFT

REWARD FOR BOTH $5000

INDIVIDUAL $2500

WANTED

ERICK ELSTON

FOR STAGE COACH ROBBERY,

TRAIN ROBBERY, HORSE THEFT

REWARD $1000

WANTED

TYLER THARP

FOR DISORDERLY CONDUCT, FRAUD,

PETTY THEFT, BRIBERY,

REWARD $500

Madsen was not prepared for the nightmare that was Carl's reaction. The man's tanned, leathery skin morphed into an unhealthy shade of crimson, he gnashed his teeth together and hardened his jaw, his pupils constricted, the icy blue of his irises freezing Madson and Jacob in their places.

The pair shared an apprehensive glance as they mentally braced themselves for their imminent scolding.

"What in the SAM HILL is going on?" The chatter that had filled the camp with noise immediately faded away; all of the occupants turned towards the disturbance, eager to discover what had caused their wild leader to lose control of his temper.

"Listen, Carl-" Madsen raised his hands defensively.

"Don't you 'listen, Carl' me boy, I told you to send the girl away, not invite her over for a shin-dig!" Carlisle jabbed his finger in Madsen's direction as he paced back and forth.

"I brought her here Carl, she was following the girls back from Reno and she mentioned the gang, I thought it best to bring her here instead of risking her running her mouth to someone else." Jacob tried to explain.

"Reno?" Madsen posed the word as a question to Jacob, who still cradled the comatose girl in his large arms. "How did she even make it to Reno?" He wondered aloud.

"I thought you said you put her on a train heading East?" Carlisle accused Madsen, the creases around his eyes deepened as his eyes revealed the doubt he felt.

"I did, well I bought her a ticket, I thought she was too frightened to go against me," Madsen let the sentence hang in the air, he ran his fingers through his hair in exasperation. The copper tips stuck up in every direction as he released it and crossed his arms across his broad chest. Either he was losing his menacing edge or this girl had no sense of self-preservation, he had seriously underestimated her desire to find her brother.

"Is that- Bee?" Speak of the devil.

"What have you done to my sister?" Jasper rushed forward, wincing as he jostled his injured shoulder, he stopped just short of where Jacob stood clutching his sister. Madsen watched as Jasper's hand hovered over his pistol, his fingers clenching and releasing as he fought against the urge to draw his weapon.

"Calm down, she's alive, she's gonna be sleeping for a while though courtesy of Madsen." Madsen rolled his eyes as Jacob threw him to the wolves. Jasper fixed his furious gaze on Madsen, his upper lip curled up in a snarl.

"What the hell happened Madsen? You were supposed to put her on a train not beat her unconscious! What is she doing here?"

"Turns out your sister is as stubborn as your ass. I told her you didn't want her around but clearly, she didn't believe me. And I barely touched her." He nodded his head at Isabella, he honestly had not intended to put so much power into the blow, he was more acquainted with much larger, sturdy opponents.

"And now she is all of our problem." Carlise summarised. He lowered himself onto a chair by the fire as he fingered the facial hair sprouting from his chin. "How do we know she ain't working with the sheriff of Placerville?" He met Madsen's eyes across the campfire, demanding an answer.

"My sister wouldn't betray me like that." Jasper said adamantly.

"Yeah? The last time you saw your sister was seven years ago, so I don't think you know her well enough to rule out the idea." Carlise insisted.

"I don't think she would Carl," Madsen began. "She was in a pretty bad way when I got to her, Charles said she was thrown in jail almost straight after we robbed the bank." Although she had jumped to defend the deputy, he added silently. She had not struck him as the kind of girl to betray family, but the truth was that he did not really know the girl at all.

He could have never foreseen her travelling to Reno and chasing them down the way she had, the girl had courage.

"Well, that's your," Carlisle indicated to Jasper. "sister, and your screw up." He now pointed at Madsen. "So, between the pair of ya, you can deal with it; she does not leave camp without an escort, she is your responsibility now. Do you understand me?"

Jasper instantly agreed, refusing to meet the eye of Old Man Clayton, who despite the 'old' was still very much an intimidating beast of a man. When he ordered you to do something, you did not argue. Madsen however, despite being a part of the gang since he was twelve, would never learn.

"Hang on Carl,"

"Hobble your lip Edward," Carl warned as he thrust himself to his feet. "I've told ye what yer gonna do, and yer gonna do it." Madsen quietened down at the use of his first name. Carl was one of two people that were permitted to call him Edward, and it was either because they were having a heart to heart (this usually happened when they were drunk), or when he was losing his temper with Madsen. Madsen wisely chose to back down, breaking off the staring contest that had begun between the pair.

"We will be finding a new spot to camp." He raised his voice loud enough for the rest of the camp to hear his instruction. "Clay, George; I want you both to head out and scout some areas first thing in the morning, since this location may now be compromised." The two brothers, who had been lingering off to the side, acknowledged their task with a simple nod of their heads. Carl looked back to the three men in front of him, eyeing each of them individually and then finally the girl.

"Get outta my sight." He waved his hand at them, dismissing them, as he retired to his tent for the evening.

As their leader disappeared and the commotion ceased to exist, the rest of the camp continued with their evening activities, slowly dispersing whilst whispering to each other.

The three men relaxed somewhat; the tension that had knotted in their shoulders slowly began to ease away.

"Jacob, will you carry her to my tent? I don't think I'll be able to carry her with my arm." Jacob soundlessly followed Jasper, leaving Madsen alone by the fire.

With a huff he lowered himself to the ground, with his back pressed up against a log that was often used as seating. He rested his head back against the tree stump as he gazed up at the stars, it was a beautiful, clear night, compared to the stormy, chaotic atmosphere of the camp.

He tilted his head a little to the left as Jasper returned to the circle along with Emmett Dalton and his wife Rosie.

"Damn, Madsen," Jasper started.

"Don't you dare Jasper, she's your sister."

"You were right about one thing; she's always been as stubborn as me, if not more so." His eyes glazed over as he lost himself to a memory, the slight upcurve to his lips made Madsen believe that it was a happy one. As he gradually returned to the present, he asked the question he had been dying to know the answer to since Madsen left the camp three days ago.

"What happened in Placerville?"

"I don't know what happened before I got there, she never mentioned anything and I didn't bother to ask. Charles planned everything, said he would use his saloon as a distraction, I didn't know the crazy fool was going to set it on fire though." He shook his head as he recalled the ferocious heat from the roaring flames. "I busted her out and we got away."

"Charles always does like to make a scene." Emmett chuckled, he had one arm wrapped securely around his wife's shoulders, in the other hand he held a lit cigarette. The smoke was enticing and the sweet scent of the tabaco was calling to Madsen, who withdrew his own cigarette from the pack in his pocket.

"She's here now, what are you going to do?" Madsen asked.

"I could try and convince her to go home," there was little confidence in his voice.

"That's if Carl would let her leave." Rosie added. "Why don't you want her around anyway?"

"I- Bella has always been so gentle, and fragile, this life is not meant for someone like her. Our way of living is not how I wanted her life to go."

"So, she's too good to be around the likes of us?" Rosie bit out.

"No, of course not, you know I consider you all my family now. But Bella isn't made of the same stuff as we are, she won't adapt to this life well." Jasper did his best to explain; his darling, little sister from his past life was never meant to meet his new family of outlaws.

"Well, I suggest you stop trying to make decisions for her, and listen to what she wants. She has made it this far on her own, I don't think yer giving her enough credit. Maybe you should hear her out before you try forcing her out of your life again." Rosie got to her feet, tugging Emmett with her. "Now we are heading to our tent, g'night."

Emmett tipped his hat at the two men and obediently followed his wife through the camp leaving Madsen and Jasper alone.

"Who d'ya think holds the reins in that relationship?" They both snorted.

"The man's mashed." Jasper replied. In the six years he had been riding with the Clayton gang Rosalie and Emmett had always been a solid duo. Emmett was one of their burliest men and a quick shot, he had a wicked sense of humour that was always appreciated when camp morale was low and was fiercely loyal. Rosie was a true beauty; their rough way of living had not detracted from this, she still managed to turn heads everywhere she went. She was not just a pretty face however; she had proven herself handy with an iron on more than one occasion. Jasper had no doubt that she could defend herself if the situation called for it, unlike Bella.

"I think I'm going to head in for the night." Jasper shifted to his knees then rose to his feet, wincing as the movement jolted his sore shoulder. Madsen exhaled; a cloud of smoke filtered through his open lips into the air before dissolving away.

"Yer gonna need yer rest for the storm that's comin' your way in the morning. She's gonna want some answers from you." Jasper's face screwed up as he envisioned the impending conversation, it was not going to be pleasant indeed.

Isabella's eyelids twitched as she eventually began to rouse the following morning. Her body jolted once; her eyelashes fluttered open to reveal earthy, brown eyes which began to clear as she became sensitive to her surroundings.

Her head was throbbing, the pain radiating from the back of her skull. Hesitantly she ran her fingers along the tender skin, wincing when she found the sore spot. Someone had knocked her unconscious... who? Jacob had been- JACOB! She sat up much too quickly, her ability to see diluted, her peripheral vision staining black as she clutched at her head and continuously blinked in an attempt to clear her darkened sight.

Steadily her eyes began to focus again as the queasy feeling in her stomach passed.

The early morning light filtered through the canvas of the tent she was lying in allowing her to view the space. There was only one cot in the tent; the one on which she was currently resting on. A bedroll was laid out on the floor beside her, the tousled blanket indicated that she had not been in the tent alone all night. A small wooden table and chair were positioned on the other side of the tent, leaving enough room for someone to walk through the middle.

As she lowered her feet to the ground, she realised that the floor had been covered with a rug made of fur, she had no idea what animal it had been taken from but the fine hairs were delightful against the soles of her feet. As she scanned the floor she noticed her boots lay at the end of the cot, neatly placed side by side. The contents of the tent were minimal, some clothes were resting on the single chair and there was a cup on the table, but there was nothing personal to tell her who's tent she was in.

She grimaced at the feel of her grimy clothes rubbing against her skin, they were the same clothes she had been wearing since she had been imprisoned by the sheriff nearly four days ago. She brushed her hands over her hair, releasing it from the bun that had already started to fall apart from the day before. The loose curls framed her face, the tips brushing against the top of her chest.

She hesitantly approached the entrance to the tent and pulled the canvas slightly to the side allowing her to peek out discreetly. There were maybe fifth-teen people zigzagging around the camp, none of which she could identify as they continued their tasks, oblivious to the girl spying on them.

All of a sudden, she did recognise someone; Jacob. He was collecting items and then piling them onto the back of a wagon, his long, cobalt-black hair swung around his shoulders as he moved back and forth.

"Hehe," Isabella shied away from the bell-like giggle that sounded close to her. Peeking through the tent entrance, she noticed a little, doll dimpled face grinning at her. The girl giggled again before disappearing completely around the side of the tent. When Isabella made no move to follow her, the child reappeared in the small gap.

"You're supposed to chase me," she chastised Isabella.

"I don't think I should leave the tent." Isabella glanced at the camp occupants, no one had noticed her still; and not knowing if these people were friends or foes made her hesitate inside the tent entrance. A voice inside her reasoned that she had woken up unharmed and in a comfortable, clean cot, but another argued that someone had knocked her out the night before.

"Why not?"

"I don't think I am allowed to."

"Oh, did you do something bad? Daddy makes-"

"Who's your daddy?" Isabella interrupted the young girl.

"He's..." She drew out the word as she searched the camp, when she finally spotted her father, she pointed him out to Isabella. "That one there, that's my daddy."

Isabella swallowed nervously as she observed the beast of a man, he was huge, even bigger than Madsen and Jacob. The muscles beneath his cotton shirt flexed and contracted as they watched him dismantle a tent. They had only been staring for a few seconds when he turned and caught the young girl's eye, matching dimples appeared on his cheeks as he smiled. His eyes drifted slightly up, suddenly noticing Isabella, who froze.

He turned and called to someone out of sight, Isabella remained paralyzed, waiting for the man to approach her. But he did not, instead a different man stepped out from behind the tent they had been working on, his face stretched into a broad smile as he caught sight of Isabella.

At first, everything appeared to slow down, everything except her heart rate which accelerated, the sound aggressively beating in her ears. She blinked a couple of times, trying to dislodge the uncertainty.

"Jasper!" She forgot about her desire to stay hidden as she threw the canvas open wide and sprinted to her brother, her bare feet pounding against the soft, damp grass. When she was only a few feet away she launched herself into his open arms, wrapping her own around his middle and crushing him close to her.

"Ow, injured man here." Her brother chuckled into her ear, his breathing uneven. As Isabella was reminded of his gunshot wound, she loosened her hold, and took a step back so that she could take in the form of her brother.

So much had changed, his cropped blonde hair had grown into shaggy, gold locks that brushed against his chin, where he had allowed his facial hair to grow out into rough looking stubble. His skin, which had been as pale as her own was now bronzed as a result of spending so much time in the sun. He was no longer the willowy boy who had protected her from their father, but a toned man, she felt the muscles in his arms flex as he released her from his unfamiliar hold. The most noticeable difference was the scar that marred his youthful face. It stretched from above his right eyebrow all the way down to his jaw, the skin was puckered and an angry shade of pink.

She reached out as if to stroke the blemished skin, but stopped just shy of touching him. What had happened to him? She glanced down at the revolver that was strapped to his belt; the stock of the gun and the scar on his face were a stark reminder of the man her brother had become and the decisions he had made for himself.

"Bumble Bee?" Jasper whispered. Isabella's eyes flooded with unshed tears and uncontrollable emotion that she refused to release at the treasured sound of her nickname. She gritted her teeth in an effort to regain some control and took a step back from Jasper to give herself space to think.

"We need to talk." Jasper stated. He quickly scanned the camp, looking for a quiet corner to withdraw to, away from the prying eyes of his gang who were all secretly trying to eavesdrop on the sibling's reunion.

"Come on," he clasped Isabella's hand in his own and led her towards the rear of the camp, they walked a short way until they reached a clearing. The circle of trees gave them the impression of privacy even though they could still hear the continuing movement from the camp.

"Where have you been? You haven't written to me in almost a year." Isabella meant for her voice to sound strong and demanding but she failed miserably, she cringed as her voice displayed how pathetic she felt. "What happened to you Jasper? The poster said that you're wanted for theft, for murder! What have you done?" A tear finally broke free, but she quickly swiped it away, refusing to exhibit any more weakness.

"I don't know what to tell you Bee," Jasper's mouth opened and closed as he struggled to find the right words to explain the past seven years to his sister. Her striking, brown eyes which were a mirror of his own and an exact replicate of their mother's tugged on his heart strings.

"Start from the beginning. Seven years ago, you left me and mama, you stopped mentioning Maria in your letters, you promised that you would send for us, but you never did. Why?"

Jasper sighed heavily as he was sucked back into the past that he wished he could erase.

The young seventeen-year-old boy wrapped his arms around his troubled partner. Placing a tender kiss on the side of her head, he whispered promises of safety and a brighter future together. They had some money, they had each other, despite his father's best efforts to tear them apart, and they would figure the rest out. This was a new beginning for them.

When they had finally reached Blackfoot, it was with a new, fresh and hopeful outlook. Jasper had thought it all through on their journey; they would find a ranch and on it, some work for the both of them. Maria would not be giving birth for a few more months at least, which would give them time to save as much money as possible.

A ranch of their own.

That was the dream, buy or build one, they did not care. But it would be perfect; a place where they could raise their young family and when they were settled, he would send for Bee and his mother. He had hated leaving them behind but with the pressure to be a good father looming over him, he had to do right by Maria and their unborn child.

After nearly two weeks of searching and spending a small portion of their money, they eventually found a ranch that had work for the two of them. Despite having never worked a day in his life before, Jasper quickly adjusted to his new life as a farm hand; he learnt to ride horses, herd cattle, fix fences, whilst Maria tended to the gardens, milked the cows and collected the eggs. With board, they earned $1.89 a day.

Everything was going well for the couple, until Maria begun to complain about headaches and muscle pains, at first, they had reasoned that it was probably just pregnancy symptoms. And then the vomiting, dizziness and loss of appetite kicked in.

Yellow fever.

The doctor visited Maria on the ranch and diagnosed her, which had not been without cost. Maria was a young, strong and healthy woman, Jasper was adamant that she would pull through, her will to live so that she could birth their child and complete their family would overcome this virus. She promised Jasper that she would fight the disease, she would win. But when things appeared to be getting worse still, Jasper threw all of their money at the doctor, demanding that he cure his wife and save their lives.

He was heartbroken when Maria took her final breath, he sat with her for hours, gently caressing her stomach where their dead child lay.

To my darling mother,

I am sorry to burden you with my problems, but I desperately require some money.
My situation has grown worse. Maria is dead, our child too.
I find myself spending hours just imagining what my boy might have looked like, or how my daughter would have called me papa.
I have lost my love and with it any chance I had of having my own family.

I still owe the doctor $40 for his services but I have nothing left.

Forever your son,

Jasper

The ranch owner allowed Jasper time to grieve, but all whilst he was not working; he was not making any money. When one of the other ranch hands had recommended Rufus Buck, a local loan shark, he had thrown caution to the wind and graciously accepted the money to pay the doctor off.

To my darling mother,

I have managed to buy some time before I need to pay off my debt.
I don't know if you received my last letter, hence why I am sending another.
Please mother, I know it is difficult for you to go behind father's back but I need your help.

Your son,

Jasper

Rufus Buck kept to his word; at the end of the month he appeared at the ranch with a couple of gunslingers calling for Jasper. When Jasper could not produce the money, he was viciously beaten within an inch of his life. He'd never felt physical pain like it before. His injuries only added to his problems, as he could no longer fulfill his duties on the ranch.

When the ranch owner dismissed him, he felt completely defeated; his father had cursed him to a miserable life from the moment he had disobeyed him and continued to see Maria. And Jasper did indeed feel cursed.

With no money and the constant threat of Rufus Buck over his head, Jasper tried to slip under the radar. He slept in alleys, begged for money and stole food when he could no longer ignore the pains in his stomach.

It was three weeks later when Jasper begun to entertain the idea of returning home. He constantly changed his mind back and forth; his father would be smug and it would be unbearable to live under the same roof as him. On the other hand, he would have his mother and sister back again. But then how would he even make it home? With no horse and no money for a train ticket, it would be difficult.

It was that day that Rufus Buck finally caught up to him. When he had realised that Jasper did not have a single cent to offer him, he lost his patience, apparently Jasper's death would satisfy him more than the return of his money. Jasper was certain that he was going to die.

He welcomed the idea, as he faded in and out of consciousness, he still swore to this day that he had seen Maria, maybe she was there to guide him onto his next life, he had wondered. However, she never approached him, she just watched on with silent tears as he received the facial scar that he was so well known for today.

The next time he had woken up, he was surrounded by the Clayton gang, who had brought him to their camp. Apparently, Madsen and Emmett had ridden by and noticed that he was still alive and decided to save him. He physically healed as time passed, the angry scar on his face remained a permanent reminder of his failure.

Jasper forced himself to carry on living, it was difficult and at times he wanted to give up. But as another year passed it became easier to breath, he started to feel like he was not going to drown in his depression; he was learning to stay afloat.

He did not send another letter to his mother, refusing to admit his failures, and too ashamed of his actions. Instead he sporadically sent letters to Mrs Jenny addressed to Bella.

The Clayton gang grew on him. They were a tragic lot; they were constantly running from their own demons but they welcomed him into their dysfunctional family without any questions or expectations. They taught him to fight, clean his guns, hunt animals, shoot and survive. Without them he would be dead.

To my beautiful bumble bee,

Little sister, I hope you are faring well and remain out of trouble.
You would love it out here in the west.
The sun shines differently here, everything is golden and the sky stretches on forever.
The wild horses are beautiful to watch, I hope one day that you will get to see.

Tell mother that I am well and that I am sorry; I'm sure she will understand.

Forever your brother,

Jasper

"Oh god, Jasper." Isabella curled her hand into a fist and pressed it against her stomach, anything to draw the pain away from her bleeding heart. "I- Maria- mother said that you drifted apart, she never said- I had no idea she was pregnant." The girl buried her face in her hands, her palms dug into her eyes as she tried to force the tears back.

"I can't believe this happened to you, and I was just-"

"Calm down Bee, you were a kid and I was a young man. You were too young to understand." She stared at her brother incredulously, he had remained stoic all throughout his account. How could he relive that all and not show any kind of emotion? She shook her head angrily.

"You should have told me, or came home."

"I told you what I wanted you to know. I didn't want to come home and I didn't want you or mother to come looking for me. Not that it worked." He tilted his head in her direction, stating the obvious. "Why did you come Bee? How did you manage to get past mother? There's no way she would have allowed you to come all this way alone."

Isabella swallowed nervously; she did not want to tell Jasper of their parent's deaths after he had just shared his pain with her. She glanced down at her fingers, trying to buy time before spilling the inevitable truth, the words seemed stuck in her throat.

"Bee, look at me."

When she refused, he gently cupped her chin and persuaded her to look at him.

"They died Jasper, mother and father-" His eyes widened in shock; the hand that was loosely holding her chin shifted to the back of her head so that he could guide her into his arms. She welcomed the comfort that his embrace provided; it had been months since she had felt such warmth from someone familiar.

"Their carriage overturned, it happened so quickly, they were just gone. Don't you see? I had to come and find you, I have no one else. I didn't want to be alone." She sniffled, drawing back to desperately search her brother's eyes for any indication that he understood.

The older sibling could feel his dead heart shattering as he regarded his broken sister. Her sweet, heart-shaped face was wet from her tears, her eyes were rimmed red and swollen, she looked exhausted despite sleeping solidly through the night and into late morning.

"I won't leave you alone again. Do you hear me?" He promised.

"But Jasper, you've done things, I saw your wanted poster. It- you've murdered people." She hiccupped as she rushed through her words.

"Bella, I promise you, I have never harmed anyone that did not deserve it. I know I've changed and from where you're standing it's probably hard to believe, but you have to trust me." The girl frowned up at her brother, she wanted to believe him, her whole being wanted to believe that her brother was the best person in the world; he had once been the kindest and bravest man she had ever known. Could he have really changed all that much?

"Why don't we leave then? I have some money Jasper, we could-"

"No Bella. I'm not leaving this gang, they're my family," he did not miss the way she winced when he likened the gang to family. "For six years, these people have treated me like one of their own, just give them a chance Bee, they are good people."

Isabella breathed deeply, in through her nose, and out through her lips as she regarded her brother's sincere expression. She concluded that the only way to know if he was telling the truth about these people and himself, was to see for herself.

"Well, I am not leaving without you. So, I guess that means I'm sticking around."

I hope you enjoyed Jasper's back story and discovering why he is the way he is.
The siblings are finally reunited! Also met a few new characters! As always let me know what you're thinking, I always enjoy reading your reviews! 3