Arthur paced back and forth. The past few days he's been training himself to fight that rat for the second time, and so far... he was losing to a tree!
Come on, Morgan. One more!
He lowered his antlers and hit the tree trunk, getting a headache in the process. He held his head with his hoof.
Gaa! His curse word was replaced by a deer call.
John came up the hill and stopped at his side. "Arthur, you okay?" he asked. The buck didn't do anything except stare at the tree.
Do I look like I'm okay? he thought. John put his hand on the deer's back. Arthur looked up.
"I know. You can't stop thinking about Micah. Just let him go! He's not worth it, Arthur. You got your revenge," the cowboy told him. Arthur looked back at the tree.
Wait a minute...
He looked to the east and thoughts swirled through his mind. I got it! We'll get the gang back together! Lenny, Susan, Sean, Hosea, Sadie, Pearson, Jenny, Davey, Mac, even Molly and Kieran. We'll go find them and maybe... they'll help us kill Micah, Dutch, Bill and Javier!Arthur went over to a mud hole and drew the words of what he had just thought of.
John bent down on one knee and read the words. "Find the rest of them? Arthur, we don't even know where they are."
Ugh! Your right, he thought. But his mood changed immediately after his brother looked him in his black eyes, "but that doesn't mean we can't look for them."
Arthur gave a happy bellow and jumped up and down.
Okay. Let's find the rest of our family.