Megan raced Misty to the River of Hope, while sending out vibes to let Gray Cloud know where to find her. "Come on Circle M, work your magic. Help him find me first. Let me explain the situation."
Disappointment came when no one stood by the river. Misty happily grazed on the grass while ignoring Megan's pacing and ramblings. "Please find me Gray Cloud," she said, tapping her fingers on her legs. "Hurry."
"What are you doing, Megan?" The tenor voice reached her soul and she froze. He would find me first. Despite the angry undertone, Colby's voice held warmth that sang to her.
Not wanting to see his angry face, she refused to turn around.
"Who did you tell?"
"Brett," she said, cringing.
"Thanks. Now if I don't see my grandparents I'm a bigger jerk than originally labeled."
Megan turned to apologize and stared in awe at the man with dark chestnut skin and black eyes. The arms crossed in front of his chest spoke anger and defiance, but his eyes spoke softness and confusion. Like two magnets, they were drawn together, but they fought to maintain a distance. Unlike Clay, who eyed her like a prize horse for sale, Colby's eyes probed her soul in search of answers. Despite her erratic heartbeat and clammy hands, Megan let him search, hoping she held the key to help this man.
As he looked, Megan noticed his short, oil-smooth, cola-black hair. He wore blue jeans that fit his long, muscular legs. His white-button down shirt with sleeves rolled to his elbows, accented his natural coloring. Muscular arms appeared to offer comfort and love.
Colby tried hiding behind a cool facade, but Megan saw through his charade. He cared about people, especially his family, but words to express those feelings were locked away. He wants to do the right thing while staying true to himself. How well I understand. Perhaps he believes they will never forgive him for the past. She knew better. Gray Cloud would never hold a grudge, especially if it involved his grandson. "I'm sorry," she finally said.
Colby shrugged and turned to leave, but Megan asked, "Why me?"
"What are you talking about?" He turned, but looked past her.
"Why did you appear from nowhere? Why did you speak to me in town?"
"Because," he started to say, but when his gaze met hers, words stopped. Moving his hands in an exaggerated motion brought no speech.
"Nothing to say?" Megan said, a glint of humor shining through her eyes. It worked with Brett, perhaps Colby would laugh too.