Jack was riding off to Montana Ford to stay at MacFarlane's Ranch with Abigail. It was the only place he ever been in Hennigan's Stead, as far as he remembered at least. He had to get there as fast as he could. But as he started down the road to the Pacific Railroad Camp, he heard a series of explosions, then a Pistol shot.
Abigail started to say. "Jack did you hear that? We have to go back!"
Jack replied. "Way ahead of you Ma!"
He turned around and rode off, while pulling out his Repeater Carbine. He rode off faster than he had ever before.
"Damn it!" He thought angrily. "Why did those Army fellas want to kill us? Poor Uncle, I wish that there was something I could've done."
As they entered the Ranch they noticed that the barn doors were blown up, so they decided to head for the house instead. Since Jack and Abigail were on the same horse, the horse stopped a bit too late so they had to go in the back way. As they entered they saw a bloody John leaving the living room with a Sawed-Off Shotgun.
"Jesus Jack, you scared me. Could've shot you." John said concerned.
Jack smiled and said. "And it's nice to see you too Pa." John came towards them both and hugged them.
"We thought you were dead John." Abigail said happily. "Don't ever leave us."
John smiled. "Like I always told Jack when ever we went off hunting, I ain't going nowhere."
Archer yelled from the guest room and said. "John, I think he's okay for now, but we need to get him to a real doctor!"
"Who's that?" Abigail asked sternly as she separated from the group hug.
John chuckled a bit then said. "A new friend."
Jack and Abigail went around John to the living room to find Archer tending to a wound on Uncles' chest on the couch.
"Uncle!" Jack and Abigail said almost in sync.
Archer turned his head and said. "Hello Jack."
"Hey!" Jack said surprisingly. "You were the Man that told me the stories!"
"Never mind that Jack! Uncle's alive!" Abigail said.
True enough. He was alive. "Turns out the shot just hit his lower left rib, so he only has a broken Rib." John Explained.
"But what's going to happen to us?" Jack asked. "We can't stay here; they'll come looking for us!"
Everyone was silent. Then John said. "I have a plan. Archer, get on Jacks horse and ride to Blackwater. Buy a Wagon and come back here. Abigail, get food, blankets, and supplies and put them in our wagon. Jack and I will help uncle into the back of the other wagon when it comes back. In the meantime, we'll help Abigail pack up the Wagon."
Archer asked. "Can I get some new clothes first? And a different weapon, I don't want this pistol anymore."
John sighed and said. "Fine, Here's a Schofield Revolver and a Springfield Rifle, clothes are In the attic."
Two minutes later Archer comes down wearing a blue buttoned shirt, Top 2 buttons undone, Black Jeans, a Revolver holder, a Rifle Holder, and a brown cowboy hat on his head.
"How do I look?" Archer asked Abigail, for she was packing valuables and supplies in the kitchen.
She looked at him and said. "Fine, now go get that wagon!"
So he went off to Blackwater and got the wagon.
10 minutes later, he was back and they were waiting to get on with it. They loaded Uncle onto the wagon using an old stretcher and then they put all of there things on and they were off.