Ollie, one of the semi-regulars at the Moose and Bear, rested his elbows on the bar, one snow white eyebrow quirked in question. “You look like you got the weight of the world on your shoulders, Mason.”
“Naw, not really.”
“Come on, I know you. You’re usually all jokes and smiles. Tell Papa what’s wrong.”
Mason rolled his eyes at the ‘papa’. Ollie considered himself Mason’s honorary grandfather and was old enough that he could be his real one, given that Mason was only twenty-five. “Okay. There’s a kid crashing at Dad’s old hunting cabin. A runaway from what he said.”
“Kid like teenager?”
“Nineteen, I think. Least from what he’s told me about himself.”
“If you don’t want him there, kick him out.”
“It’s not that. I don’t mind him using the place. Not like anyone else is except me when
