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Act IV

 

Hours passed, as the night came. Damon tried calling Arthur but he wouldn't answer, he left Beatrice sleeping, as he headed out, only to encounter Arthur about. The two, patched up, wounded yet they wouldn't give up. Determination kept them up and going. Damon unable to ride much, his leg was killing him but he wasn't going to leave Arthur alone to do this, despite it all he stuck by him.

 

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Hours went by as the two managed to round up and jack some majestic beasts. They rounded them up and took them to an abandoned warehouse.

 

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Despite their botched attempt, perhaps they were rewarded by their determination, the two laughed about and chuckled, while Damon worked on the cars and dismantled them for parts. As Arthur carried them and stuffed the back of their getaway car with the parts.

 

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Eventually, the two drove the Rancher back, as they stored it in the junkyard near the clubhouse. The parts ready for Flynn. The two drove off, as they laughed it off, despite their injuries.

 

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