Vella Munn - The Return of Cord Navarro

Cord knew that look. He’d seen it first when, at ten months, Matt had decided he’d had enough of crawling and was ready to walk. Matt’s commitment to his goals, whether they were wise or not, made Cord’s heart swell with pride. He walked a fine line between reminding Matt of life’s dangers and pitfalls and letting his son know he trusted him. Most of the time his trust in his son’s judgment was well placed.

However, there was no question that Matt was out of his element this time. Not only had the boy seriously underestimated the amount of time it would take him to climb Copper, but he hadn’t taken the weather into account. Nor had it occurred to him that he might not have the mountain to himself.

After thanking Hallem for his information, Cord turned, looking for Shannon, then stopped. She stood maybe a hundred feet away, her back to him. She’d finally put on a jacket. It followed the lines of her body nearly as faithfully as her blouse did. Her long, dark hair lay in a submissive coil along her spine. Her jeans seemed to have shrunk. They hugged her legs and hips, challenging him, nearly distracting him from what he’d just learned and what was ahead of them.

I’m sorry. I never wanted our son to try to prove himself this way. If anything happens to him-

“Shannon, it’s going to take us at least three hours just to reach Copper.”

She spun around. “I know. Damn it, I know,” she said, her fingers curled into fists. “And after that, we have to climb that damnable mountain because our son is so desperate and determined to win your approval that he’s willing to risk his life to do it.”

Her eyes threw fire at him, fire and fear and an anger he knew neither of them could control. There’d been no anger in her after Summer’s death, only grief and hopelessness. And isolation. He hadn’t known what to do with those emotions any more than he knew how to handle what she was feeling right now. Still, he bad to try. “What do you want me to say?”

“Nothing.” She stalked closer, holding her body as if it was a weapon she might launch at him. “Nothing at all.”

Pawnee nickered and bumped his nose against Matt’s shoulder in an effort to get at the apple. Matt took two more bites and then gave the core to the gelding.

“You’re doing pretty good,” he said, not because Pawnee needed to be told that but because he needed to hear a human voice, even if it was only his own. “This rain sucks. And it’s steeper than I thought it’d be. You’re going to have to go back after a while. You’ll go straight home, won’t you? Mom’ll have a fit if anything happens to you.”

He frowned as he tried to come to a conclusion that had eluded him earlier. Although it was impossible to see to the top from where he stood, he’d been high up on the mountain in a ski lift any number of times and it hadn’t been all that big a deal. The way he figured it, he would reach the top by evening even with the stupid rain. He’d have to spend the night there, but getting back down in the morning was no big deal. He’d be home right when he told Kevin he would be-if Pawnee was waiting where he left him. But he wasn’t sure of his ability to tie Pawnee right. If the gelding got loose and dragged his rope, he might hurt himself and he didn’t want that.

He decided to try out the binoculars his dad had given him. After pulling them out of his backpack, he climbed onto a rock and stood as tall as he could while he looked all around. In most directions, he couldn’t see anything except for trees that looked as if they were no more than a few inches away, but off to his right the hill turned into a valley and, beyond that, another distant slope so high that no trees grew at the top. He tried to decide how far away the slope was, but with all the ups and downs, it was impossible to know for sure.

In fact, he wasn’t all that sure where he was.

Uncomfortable with the thought, he peered through the binoculars again. Although he’d come across a couple of deer trails, he hadn’t seen so much as a single squirrel or chipmunk, let alone anything more interesting. Most likely they’d found a dry place to stay until it stopped raining.

Mist rose in puffs and waves just about everywhere he looked, and he told himself it was because the ground was heating, proof that the darn storm was over. The sun couldn’t come out soon enough to suit him. Besides, wet rocks were slippery, and he had a lot of climbing to do before he reached the top of Copper.

Wait a minute. Something didn’t look quite right out there. Bringing the binoculars back to what had caught his attention, he concentrated. For longer than he wanted to admit, he couldn’t figure out what it was, but then he did. Some of the mist or fog didn’t look the same as the rest. It was-yeah-darker.

He wanted to move closer, but that would mean leaving Pawnee here on level ground. He had to satisfy himself with simply watching the dark, thin stream of air.

Only it wasn’t air. It was smoke.

“That’s really dumb,” he told Pawnee. “Don’t those people know they’re not supposed to have fires up here? I ought to tell…” He’d been about to say that he should tell the forest service, but he couldn’t because for all he knew, there weren’t any on the mountain today.

Wondering at the stupidity of people who didn’t know enough to check in before taking off into the wilderness, he took one last look at what was unquestionably smoke. They were probably city slickers, so dumb they’d wind up getting lost and then have to be rescued. Rescued by his dad maybe.

“Wouldn’t that be something,” he mused. “Dad and me working together to help those people. I bet he’d like that even better than hearing that I got to the top of Copper all by myself. Mom, too. She’d be proud as anything.”

A sudden weight in the region of his heart stopped him. Ever since dawn when he’d tried to keep going in the rain, he’d hardly been able to remember why he’d come here. Now, thinking about the look of pride he’d see on his dad’s face, he could hardly wait for the climb to be over so he could see his dad again.

And his mom.

Copper Mountain. A place, an actual place. Where they had to go to retrieve their son. Thank God, they at least knew that.

Cord’s shirt had worked its way out of his jeans. It now bung down in front and bunched over his right hip. His wet hair lay dark and thick over his forehead like a living curtain. He was walking and leading his horse just as Shannon was, his eyes trained to the ground, his back gracefully bowed.

Because he worked and tracked and stared at what he needed to see, his journey taking him farther and farther emotionally from her, Shannon was unable to look into his eyes and, maybe, gauge what went on inside him. She’d seen dogs on a scent who were no more single-minded and admired his ability to dismiss all discomfort, all feeling while trained on his goal. She wished she could do the same.

They’d ridden their horses hard getting to the base of Copper, but although she was anxious to begin the long climb, she understood that Cord first had to determine what route Matt had taken. Until he’d done that, she could only watch and wait and pray.

Because she carried the memory of Cord rocking his son, she was convinced that this search was more than just another job for him. Still, she would have given a great deal-anything-for him to tell her that his insides, like hers, felt as if they had been ripped open and then put back together a little, simply because they now knew where to begin looking for their son.

Although she now regretted lashing out at him, his reaction had told her things she didn’t want to know about the man she’d once loved. Everything had fallen apart for them at Summer’s death because for the first time in her life she hadn’t been able to express herself. She hadn’t been able to reach beyond her own grief, and he had had no idea what was happening inside her. Because he hadn’t tried to understand.