Wolf Creek Father. Penny Richards

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      “Well, you know it and I know it, but folks in town think I’m letting you grow up with no discipline and no instruction on how to be good people.”

      “That’s silly!”

      “Is it?” he challenged. “Actions speak louder than words, son, and all they know is what they see, which doesn’t make any of us look good.”

      “How are we destructive?” Brady asked.

      Colt looked directly at Cilla. “Miss Grainger’s glasses are ruined. They can’t be fixed, so she’ll have to have new ones, and I’ll have to pay for them.”

      Cilla’s gaze dropped to the hands clasped in her lap.

      “And her hat was ruined in the scuffle.” He gave his daughter a look that said without words that he knew exactly how the hat had been damaged. “I’ll have to repay her for it and a new pair of gloves. The worst thing, though, is that she might have been hurt badly if her head had struck the corner of the counter.”

      No one spoke for a while. Finally, Colt asked, “Do either of you even know why you do what you do?”

      Cilla and Brady exchanged hangdog looks.

      Cilla finally spoke. “When you come home at night and you’re in the same room with us, it doesn’t feel as if you’re really here,” she said, staring at the hands twisting in her lap. She glanced up and met his troubled gaze. “Sometimes it’s like you’ve gone off in your mind somewhere. When you scold me for something, you pay attention to me,” she confessed, looking up at last. “For a little while, anyway.”

      Colt felt a stabbing pain in the vicinity of his heart. This was much worse than he’d thought. He attempted a light tone that fell far short of the mark.

      “See? That’s what I mean. Everyone in town is right. I don’t pay enough attention to you. I need to change that.” He looked at his son. “Brady, why did you shove Miss Grainger?”

      Brady stuck out his lower lip.

      “Did she do something to upset you?”

      “She said she was disappointed because I haven’t been reading this summer.”

      “And so you pushed her?” Colt asked in an incredulous tone.

      Brady nodded.

      “Well, she should be disappointed,” Colt said, though the admission galled him no end. “I told her that I’d work with you on your reading this summer, and I haven’t been very consistent with it. It’s something we need to fix.”

      “Pa! It’s summer,” the boy wailed.

      “I understand that, but Miss Grainger is concerned about you falling behind in school. She wants your reading to improve so all your grades will get better. She told me that you get disrespectful when she tries to explain things to you, and you don’t listen. True?”

      Brady nodded. “I don’t like it when she points out my mistakes in class. Everyone stares at me.”

      Colt racked his brain for what their mother might have told them. “Behaving badly doesn’t change things,” he said at last. “You still feel bad and Miss Grainger feels frustrated. She has a job to do, and she’s doing her best to help you. If you don’t do your part, how can you expect to do better?”

      The boy shrugged.

      He turned to Cilla. “What’s your excuse for jumping into the fray?”

      Her shoulders drooped. “I don’t know!” she cried. “I just get really angry sometimes, and I don’t have anyone to talk to about how I feel.”

      Colt started to say that she had him, but they’d already established the fact that he wasn’t really there for her. “Explain what you mean,” he said.

      Cilla gave a shake of her head, the loose dark curls, so like her mother’s, bouncing with the movement. “The girls at school talk about how they do things with their mothers, and it makes me sad and angry because I don’t have a mother to do things with. And Miss Grainger makes me madder than almost anyone, because she’s so sweet and happy all the time. She’s never sad. She never gets mad. Sometimes I just want to see if I can make her lose her temper.”

      Colt could attest that the pint-size schoolmarm had a temper to equal anyone’s, but had learned to handle it...for the most part. Feeling like a total failure, he found himself wishing he’d never opened this Pandora’s box, but he knew he couldn’t stop now. There was still a lot to get into the open, a lot to understand.

      “One more thing, and then we’ll talk about how we’re going to change things.”

      “Sir?” they both said, sitting straighter.

      “What about the bad things you’ve said and done to the ladies I’ve been squiring around town?”

      “Who says we do?” Brady challenged, a belligerent tilt to his chin.

      “I’ve talked to them all, and every last one says the two of you treated them differently when I wasn’t around. What about it, Cilla? You say you miss having a mother, so why do you try to come between me and every woman I show interest in? Don’t you want me to be happy?”

      “We don’t want a stepmom!” Brady blurted. “They’re mean.”

      “Who says?” Colt threw his son’s words back at him.

      “Bobby Petty has a mean stepmother and mean stepsisters,” Brady responded, his expression grave.

      Out of the mouths of babes, Colt thought. “It’s true that some stepparents can be unkind and unloving, but not always.”

      When Brady didn’t answer, Colt continued. “Ben and Daniel Gentry both have new parents. They both seem pretty happy with the situation. Besides, do either of you think that I’d marry someone who didn’t care for you, or that I could even love someone like that?”

      Brady shrugged. Cilla said, “She’ll have babies and you’ll like them better.”

      Colt dragged a work-roughened hand down his face. “It’s true that I might have other children, but that doesn’t mean I would ever love either of you less. Love is something that grows the more you give.” Hadn’t Patrice often said as much?

      Pinning them with a serious look, he said, “I want the two of you to listen to me. I do plan to marry someday, if I find a woman to love who loves us all, so you’d both better get used to that idea. Squiring a woman around doesn’t mean I’ll marry her, and doesn’t mean I won’t. Courting is a time when two people try to find out if they could be happy spending the rest of their lives together. So far, I haven’t found that woman, but if I had, and you’d driven her away, I’d be very disappointed in you. I’m onto your tricks now, so no more.”

      “Yes, Pa,” Cilla said, her habitual look of innocence firmly in place.

      “Okay,” he said. “Right here and now, the three of us are going to make a pact. I’ll do my best to be here for the two СКАЧАТЬ