Spotted Eagle Mountain The weak breeze whispers nothing

He chuckled at the joke, but only lightly. More enjoying the slight embrace between himself and his father. But then Bronco spoke again, and he found himself swimming in deja vu.

Oh, God. Not. . .both of them?

His face was surely meandering with his mind, shifting from surprise to distrust to happiness and back again, rippling over and over. He forced a smile, but it was slightly pained.

I'm happy for you, Dad, Killdeer replied. I mean, if you're happy. Are you?

He paused a minute, then added, Who is she? It was probably better if he didn't know.