A few days after discovering his Uncle Joseph's secrets, Grim felt more determined than ever. The weight of the truth about his family fueled a new strength in him, but also an anger that he struggled to contain. However, he knew he could not face the challenges ahead alone.

Stanley and Lorry were sitting under the big oak tree by the river, their usual meeting point. Grim arrived in silence, his expression serious, Joseph's notebook slipped into the inside pocket of his jacket. He had thought long and hard about how to approach the subject, but the urgency of the situation prevented him from procrastinating any further.

“We need to talk,” he said, sitting down across from them.

Stanley, always wary of Grim's impulsive plans, arched an eyebrow. “It looks serious. What's going on? »

Grim took out the notebook and placed it in front of them. “I discovered things… about my family. On my uncle Joseph. »

Lorry, who was chewing a blade of grass, sat up, intrigued. “The famous cowboy your father hates talking about? »

Grim nodded. " Yes. He wasn't just a cowboy. He was a man with a vision. He wanted to create something big, something that mattered. But he was betrayed. »

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Stanley looked at Grim with a hint of apprehension. “And what exactly do you want? »

Grim took a deep breath. “I want to take over his legacy. Not just for me, but for us. We cannot continue to suffer, to live in this city which is suffocating us. We need to take control of our lives. »

Lorry laughed, but it was not a mocking laugh. “So what? Are we forming a gang like your uncle? »

Grim stared at Lorry with a new intensity. “Not a gang. A family. A family where no one will be left behind. Where we will protect those who matter to us, whatever the cost. »

A silence settled. Grim's words hung heavy in the air.

Stanley looked down, thinking deeply. He knew Grim spoke sincerely, but he feared the dangers of such ambition. “Grim… If we do this, there will be no going back. You are aware of that, right? »

Grim placed a hand on his friend's shoulder. “That’s why I want you to be with me. I don't want to do it alone. »

Lorry, ever impulsive, clapped his hands. “Well, if it means we finally get out of this shitty life, I’m in.” »

Stanley smiled weakly. “You know that Iwill always follow you, Grim. But promise me one thing. Promise me we'll do this for the right reasons, not to become like the people we hate. »

Grim nodded. “I promise.” We'll do this our way. »

Under the large oak tree, the three friends sealed a pact in silence. A pact that would bind them for better and for worse, propelling them towards a destiny they had not yet imagined.

As the sun set over Silver Creek, Grim clutched his uncle's notebook close to him. He felt that Joseph would have approved of this decision. A new era was dawning, marked by their union and their desire to change their destiny.