“I can drive a wagon,” Goodie fussed at Pol.
“She can drive,” Avarice cawed.
“I ain’t listening to no girl or crow about this,” he replied. “You’ll ride with Castor and see to Armie, and that’s that.”
“You’re not the boss of me,” Goodie said, her feathers flustered.
“Armie needs you,” Pol stated and Goodie wilted.
“Here,” Pol said handing Goodie a sheet of paper.
“What is it?”
“Everything we couldn’t load on the wagons, Cas and I hid in a cave,” Pol said. “That’s the map to the cave. Way we see it, it belongs to you and Armie.”