“Awesome, dude,” Logan breathed and stood still. “You’re right.”
Mark grinned. He felt hopeful again.
Then the redhead came suddenly to life. He was back to his usual, animated self again. “Becky! Andrew!” he called, waving his hand in the air. “Get yourselves over here!”
The threesome turned and waited for the other two to jump to their feet.
Instead of jumping to his feet, as what the others had expected, Andrew cradled his injured arm awkwardly and began his laborious progress of getting up. He managed to push himself off the ground with one arm, stagger to his feet, and finally stand upright.
Becky, however, sat motionless on the ground as though she hadn’t heard a thing. She was staring blankly at nothing.
Mark strode over with a worried look on his face. “What’s wrong?”
Becky shook her head. Her lips moved but Mark couldn’t make out her words.
He looked at the cowboy. It was then he noticed something different about Andrew.
One of Andrew’s arms was bared, sleeveless. Mark’s eyes widened. Andrew would never, under any circumstance, allowed heavy damage to his cowboy outfits. Especially the new ones.