“I… I didn’t know you were the son of… of the man he shot.”
Ben flinched, expecting Luke’s eyes to turn on him, cold and hard. They didn’t. Instead, the teenager only nodded and finished filling the tank of his dirt bike. Ben and Becky continued forward and stepped inside the cabin. They found June standing at the kitchen sink, starting lunch. She turned and smiled at Becky.
“How are you, Becky? Welcome to my cabin, sweetheart.”
“Thank you, Ms. Montana,” the girl replied.
“We’re not in a classroom, so please, call me June and make yourself at home. You’ll be sleeping on that couch there, the longer one.”
Becky blushed. She turned away and set her bag beside the longer couch. Just as Ben walked into the kitchen to help with lunch, the front door opened again. Becky whipped around as if
