Chapter 23

“At first, because I was so different from them and we weren’t blood related, I figured I just didn’t understand white ways. I thought there was some innate something I was missing. And I’d wonder how my own father would have handled the crisis.” He gave a soft laugh. “I imagined my father as a great chief whose insight and wisdom commanded respect from everyone around him.”

Another kiss and another pause.

“Then one night when Hayden and I were hiding in the barn, running away from one of his dad’s endless rants and his angry fists, it hit me. While I’d built myself up as a mighty warrior, the perfect son for the perfect father, I suddenly knew who my dad was. He wasn’t a warrior, but a coward. Instead of fighting for his infant son, my dad had abandoned me.”