Redtail Rise vaterschuld

And yes, he was bitter; bitter as the hops used to make beer;
bitter about hyemal winds and that forcing relations was harder than first believed. Bitter about lopers on the rise, bitter about being hireath. Basket-hilted, broad-sword; cracked and near unrepairable, unsalvageable.
he hardly trusted his body alone, except the drumming of his heart deep, deep down there somewhere and the intake of breath from his nose.

three, maybe four interludes of sleepless rest on the rise. He refuses to seek the aid of his touch-and-go father as love is a privilege he believes he never deserved or earned yet, and now that he mulled over it one or twice it was an oversold concept. Eye-twitch; unbidden tears ( whether from despair or misfunctioning eye, he didn't remember the difference ) and he was off.

The tell-tale shudder of ears comes when Mahler finally remembers him. His toes knead into pebbled path and replies in turn with throaty song, "go away." Would the man see his son as more trouble than he had bargained for and turn away? Or would Mahler pursue him out of vaterschuld — this father's guilt?