It was hard to keep track of everything when a man lived such a long, full, adventurous life.
Now as he stood there looking at her, the time they had shared came back to him, and he smiled warmly as he said, “Birdie, it’s mighty good to see you again. I’m glad the Great Spirit has brought us together after all these years.”
“I thought you would return . . .”
“Life took me other places,” he said, knowing that sounded a mite weak, but it was the only answer he had. The only honest one, anyway.
“The memory of what we shared never faded.”
“I remember it well,” he told her. That was true. He remembered it now, whether he had earlier or not.
The young man stepped toward them, drawing Preacher’s attention again. The youngster was downright glaring at him now, for some reason.
Birdie laughed. “It is like one peers into still water, and the other gazes back.”
Preacher’s head jerked back toward her as he said, “What—”
“Preacher, this is our son, Hawk That Soars.”
Notes
1 A Lone Star Christmas.
2 Sally met Janey in Smoke Jensen, The Beginning.
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