Chapter FifteenThe rest of the dinner passed by in a blur after Portia left. The food on Kirk’s plate tasted bland, the drink like water. In his mind, he pictured Portia next to him, smiling, laughing, eyes begging him to come to her. It was all he could do to not run away right that instant.
“What do you think of the use of the land?”
His father’s voice drifted across the table. A moment of silence followed and he realized both men were looking at him. It was an old argument, and he picked up on most of it. There were groups who felt that people had no business being in the mountains, and there were groups who wanted to exploit the mountains.
“Animals and trees are a renewable resource if the caretakers are responsible about how they handle them. Our guides direct hunters so that they
