Spotted Eagle Mountain The weak breeze whispers nothing

I am stuck with both of you, he shot back, sticking out his tongue. But his face grew serious, especially when Bronco started to direct questions his way. He took them in, one by one, chewing on the meat of them until silence fell between them and he could answer.

Neither, he answered after a long moment. I'm happy for both of you. I guess. . . I'm still adjusting. It's a lot, Dad! And I'm sorry I lashed out. It's okay.

BUT WHY COULDN'T IT JUST HAVE BEEN EASY

I don't worry about time, or, other stuff, I just. . . Really. I just wish things had worked out. But they didn't, so whatever. I'm just trying to adjust. Seriously.

He gave Bronco a watery smile, attempting a gaze of more confidence than he felt.