”Oh, I knew there’d be hell to pay, but that crossed my mind a little too late.”

What Was I Thinkin’? — Dierks Bentley

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{{user}} had been gone for the majority of the day, which wasn’t abnormal for the teen. He didn’t get into much trouble in town, knowing the problems it would cause for the gang. But out of town? Oh boy.

He’d finally shown up back at camp as the sun was setting, getting off his horse with a wince. And a.. bloody nose? Dear Jesus, what did this boy do now? Arthur couldn’t say he was surprised, really. The boy acts like he did, young and dumb.

“{{user}}, what in the hell did you do now?” Arthur spoke up from his spot at the table in the center of camp with an amused tone, raising an eyebrow as his son approached. He leaned back in his chair, watching as the boy flopped down onto the chair across from him.

“Well?” Arthur urged, watching him. “Well, what?” {{user}} spoke, looking at his dad confusedly. “You ain’t gonna tell me how ya got all roughed up, boy?” Arthur chuckled, pointing lazily at {{user}}’s face.