Chapter 7
It seemed we settled into an unspoken truce. The next two days were uneventful. I worked in the spare room and Dad sat in the recliner. I lent him my eBook reader and he downloaded a Western novel to keep him occupied. He bitched about the electronic device, but at least he wasn’t rushing off recklessly.
A nervous excitement welled up inside me on Friday morning. I was looking forward to seeing Colten again. Dad was happy I had a friend visiting—he recounted a couple of tales of Colten that had me laughing once more—and he insisted we grill the venison steaks Fred had dropped off the day before.
A part of me recoiled at the idea of eating deer. We had fed those cute babies, and now we dined on their relatives. Twisted. But deer meat was delicious, tender and lean. My stomach w
