Will"s fist smarted where the skin tore after the impact with his brother"s face. Topher had a hard head, so no wonder Will was in pain. But he wasn"t the only one in pain.
From his place in the woods, he could see glimpses of his family. Charlie made angry gestures at Topher. Joe stood between them, making calming movements. Their father stood over his sons watching the boys with what Will knew was dismay.
A handful of words. One action and everyone he cared about had gotten hurt. This was why he didn"t fight back. It did no good.
Tricksy felt betrayed. Topher was bleeding. And Will had no one to blame but himself.
He"d finally had the opportunity to use his own words himself and he had stalled. From his back pocket, he fished out the proof copy of the book of poetry he"d authored. In
