The men allowed Logan through and he paced behind the stretcher, watching his footing on the treacherous downward slopes. When he slipped, a strong hand caught him beneath the elbow, ensuring he neither fell nor dropped his daughter. “Thanks, bro.” Logan lifted his gaze and met Tama’s, seeing sincerity in the grey irises.
Tama swallowed. “I turned your mare loose on the way back up.” His earnestness sought approval. “But I didn’t groom her or pick out her feet.”
Logan smiled, recognising the teenager’s need for approval. He nodded. “It won’t matter. You did good, boy. I’m grateful.”
“Thanks.” Tama’s eyes glittered with unshed tears and Logan felt the ice in his heart lose some of its bite. The teenager’s displacement between two families reflected his own situation and he swallowed the
