Spotted Eagle Mountain The weak breeze whispers nothing

He let his dad's words ripple over him like ocean waves, head down, breathing through it all. In, out. . . And he knew they both deserved happiness, and if not with each other, then—

Dad, it's okay, Killdeer replied, eyes still fixed on the ground. I mean, I want you—both—to be happy. And it sounds like you both are. It's just hard. For me, I mean.

He sighed heavily and glanced at Bronco. Like, you all can have your own lives, but I'm still stuck with both of you. Right? Now I have your relationship and her relationship to deal with, not to mention my own stuff. . .

That sounded like he had someone, too. Never mind. He could let his father think he was courting.

That made him seem cool.