Chapter 13

After the evening meal, I moseyed along with Otter and James to their cabin. James went on inside, but Otter and I sat a spell on the porch. My legs hit the ground solider than his. Dang, I was taller than he was. He waited me out.

“I read Grandpa’s journal. Pa said it was okay to keep calling Billy grandpa.”

He grunted and nodded his head.

“I learned a lot from reading it. But…but…”

“But you didn’t find your own answers. You’re feeling like Billy when he first set eyes on Cut Hand. Yearning…but not certain of anything,” he said.

The darkness made talking easier. “And it’s got worse now.” I told him about Matthew and me at the river.

“Now I understand,” Otter said. “After Bear left here, he stopped by the farm for a visit. I felt like he wanted to talk.” He gave a short laugh. “We even sat in Turtle Crick like he and his brother and I used to do. Thought it would loosen his tongue. It did, but he talked of other things. Dangerous things.”