[KingCrowley]

Phillip winced when the wild mustang began advancing toward his employer and somewhat parent figure, and he rushed forward to help, he was going to catch the horse if his life depended on it. Phillip was a quick and agile boy, able to climb the stacked hay bales and actually jump onto the wild horse's back, almost breaking a bone in the process. He kicked the animal into a gallop and gripped the reigns tightly, trying to get the stupid Horse to move away from Joe and Skye.

But it all went out of control quickly as the mustang reared and tossed Phillip off his back, then the animal galloped away into the distance, long gone. Phillip groaned, thankfully he'd been unhurt, aside from a bit of bleeding from the lip.

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George frowned, this was typical of Nic, but not of Paris, Paris was normally the type of boy to want to avoid a good whipping, especially on a hot day where the heat from the welts would be felt more. He had enough, and slammed down his spade, marching into the house and glared at both boys, hands on his belt, very disappointed with the both of them.

"When I tell you to come out, I expect you to obey me." he scolded, jaw locked and brown eyes hard. "You're both gonna get a good whippin' I warned you." he informed, and grabbed both of them by the ear, dragging them toward the woodshed.