Luke's younger and thinner body had accepted the Doctor's serums with remarkable swiftness. In less than a month he was bounding about the pasture as if he'd been born the Sheffington Ram.
It was late one night when he picked up his head from grazing with the herd and looked toward a noise. The sound of voices came closer as he watched being that he was the prime Ram and leader of his flock.
Five men dressed in dark clothing came closer. The Ram instincts kicked in and with a scream Baa he sent his flock into a thunderous run for the main barn.
The men followed and cut off some of the flock to move toward where they came from out in the darkness. Luke was in the leed and made it to the barn and corral in a few short minutes. As his flock circled around him winded and snorting for breath he looked up into the dark face on one of those men.
A single thought entered his mind and he took action quickly. A lunge and lowering his head he butted the man's shin bones. When he fell backwards the flock took off on a run. Small and larger hooflets stomped the man's body as Luke started to bleat wildly in hope of drawing some attention.
"I'm trying to save you from these damn crooks!" said the man as Luke cocked his head to listen and try to understand.