“But,” said Becky, “where’s George?”
Andrew grew worried. “Ya don’t think somethin’ happened to George, do ya?” he asked no one in particular.
“No!” shouted Logan, clenching his fists.
Becky glared at Andrew. “Why can’t you just shut up for once?” she snapped.
This time, Andrew glared right back. He was sick of her bossing him around.
“Hey, guys,” Mark called suddenly, worried. No one would ever understand Andrew the way he did. Of course, the cowboy hadn’t meant a word he said. He just never seemed to learn to say the right thing at the right moment.
Becky and Andrew turned to him, both looking hostile.
“It’s time we find George,” he said simply.