One morning the Sheriff's car came to a stop near where the shack once stood. He got out of his car and opened the rear door letting yet another boy and prisoner out.
Calling out Charlie's name the sight of the herd and it's obvious growth from two years time made the Sheriff smile. He wondered what happened to Charlie and if he ran from there?
Taking food stuffs from the trunk of his car he then uncuffed the boy.
"You'll take care of the sheep and goats here watching over them as a good shepard should!" ordered the Sheriff.
"I leave you enough food for two months here and a bedroll. If you do well this will cut your sentance short! If you try to escape or screw up then you spend a tougher time in my jail, understand boy?" asked the sheriff his dark orbed eyes cutting into the youths kindly soul.
From a high hill watched charlie his form now mostly that of a goat. He wondered if he'd ever go home but living here on the hills and pasture thrilled him.
The Sheriff drove off as he'd done with Charlie two years before. Now a eighteen year old stood alone.