That was the first of several fights and reunions over the next several weeks. The rage I saw in Logan, the swiftness with which he turned to violence was a total turn-off. He was no better than the loggers who acted like a bunch of meatheads. And that gesture. Pulling away from my touch. It kept playing through my head. It pissed me off to the point that I wanted to track him down and give him one of the tongue lashings that had won my debate team three trophies. That’s when I realized I didn’t know where he lived, much to my chagrin. I myself was staying at the Scotia Lodge, which was decent enough. No way was I going to stay at the Ingomar Club where my father was.
gestureBut Judi had been right, no one with a soul can walk in the redwoods and be unchanged. And Logan or no Logan, I was
