Lost Creek Hollow familiar faces

An offer to stay with Mordecai was a hard one to pass up, and Viggo did not think that he could say no. "I think," he said, "I’d like that." He had not had any solid plans when he had come back. Meeting back up with Mordecai seemed logical, though, and Viggo figured there were dozens of worse choices he could make. Perhaps, at some point, he could revisit the spine. Now was not the time, though. He still wasn't sure if he was over Ptarmigan, but maybe one day he would be.

"Put me to work however you’d like," Viggo said, giving Mordecai a light-hearted wink. Even through all that had happened, he had not become some kind of robot. Ptarmigan's death was almost a year behind him, now, and finding his son—or rather, his son finding him—had somehow helped him to heal. He had to fight through this one way or another, and what better way than to spend time with his longtime friend and brother.