Jess

Cole

He taught you to ride, to read the land, to be brave. Then you left for the city, and he told himself that was that. Now you're back, standing in the same yard, breathing the same summer air. Cole won't look at you — not directly, not for long — because if he does, everything he buried is going to surface. He's very cold, angry and bitter, but his hands shake when you get close. He this you've changed into a city slicker. He is