Rocky Mountain Hero

Appalled she might have insulted Grace, Melanie scrambled. “Of course you do. Raising children is the most difficult task in the world.” She pointed toward the doorway leading to the living room. “Gabe’s a fine man. A gentleman to be proud of.”

“All three of my boys are fine men. But that doesn’t mean mistakes weren’t made along the way.” Grace took a deep breath. “Someday our family will be restored. Melanie, don’t let the chance pass you by.”

“Trust me on this one, Grace. They won’t understand.”

“If you trust the Lord with your life, He’ll make the right choices for your life. But if you don’t trust the Lord, then you’ll never find out what He had in mind for you.”

Easy for her to say. If the shoe had been on the other foot and Melanie hadn’t wanted her child, maybe she could beg forgiveness. But how could she explain that her parents didn’t accept Jason? Even after all the years, the words still tasted acid on her tongue. “It’s hard to make everyone happy. Especially with difficult choices.”

Grace relaxed her shoulders and refilled both their mugs. “So tell me about this job. Do you have friends in Montrose?”

How did she explain the situation to Grace when Melanie barely understood the reasoning herself? “No, I don’t know anyone there. I’ve never even been to Montrose.”

Grace sipped her coffee, looking at her with questions in her eyes.

“I want a new start.” She pushed strands of hair from her face and took a deep breath, encouraged by Grace’s patient silence. “I’ve done nothing but research projects in an office no bigger than a bathroom for six years. Not exciting, but stable. Now, a gigantic corporation bought the company where I work. Reorganization. Cutbacks. My job is safe, but the parameters will change. Same money. More work. Less time with Jason.”

She traced a pattern on her mug. “When this opportunity came up, I didn’t give it a second thought. I called for an interview, packed up the truck and away we went. I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Is that what you want?” Grace asked in an even voice. “Adventure?”

“Adventure?” It sounded frivolous when Grace said it. “I don’t need adventure. I need a solid, stable home for my son. I can’t do that when I’m working sixty hours a week.” Melanie stood and wandered to the sink and stared at the reverse reflection of the kitchen in the darkened window. “Jason is my world, Grace. I want to do all I can for him.”

“The mark of a true mother. It’s not easy, is it? You try to do everything you can to keep your children safe, but you can’t do it all. Only God is perfect. We have to remember that.”

Melanie released a quiet sigh. “I learned that a long time ago.”

She needed to change the subject before Grace unearthed more of Melanie’s failures.

Bells and sirens rang in the other room, signaling the start of another game. She nodded toward the living room. “I so wanted to get Jason away from video games. And what happens? We end up meeting the video game king himself.” Melanie blew another sigh. “This is all he does at home. He’s an addict.”

Grace sat silent a moment, the game ringing to announce the end of the race. “You know the more you push, the harder he’ll buck, right?”

“He’s only eight years old. I need to guide him in another direction before it’s too late.”

All emotion aside, Grace pinned Melanie with a look. “That’s all well and good, but he’ll always come back to the things you don’t approve of and he’ll probably not even know he’s doing it.” Grace drew a breath. “Even at eight years old, Jason thinks he knows what he wants. And he wants you to want it, too. The more you disapprove, chances are the more he’ll resist, and then one day he won’t be there to listen to you. Take it from me, I’ve been through it all.”

Not exactly what she wanted to hear. “What do I do? There’s more to life than video games.”

“Woohoo! I beat you, Gabe! Did you see? I dodged that rock slide like a pro!”

“You sure did, Champ. Good job.”

“Watch out. I’ve got it now!”

A low rumble of laughter filtered from the room as the buzzer rang signaling a new track. Melanie sank back into her chair. “I’m sunk.”

Grace took a sip of coffee. “Have you ever told him how good he is at his video games? You know, praise him?”

She stiffened. “You’ve got to be kidding? Encourage him?”

“No, let him know you’re proud of his accomplishments.” Grace studied the mug in her hand. “All he wants is your approval. Mark my words, show him you see how good he can be at video games, and he’ll want to show you how good he can be at other things. Kids want attention, good or bad. Trust me. I’ve raised three very headstrong boys. Praise and prayers to the Lord for patience. No better tonic around.”

Squeals of joy blared in from the other room. Melanie rubbed her forehead, the inkling of a headache just above her eye.

She glanced at the clock, searching for a polite means of escape. She’d had enough soul-searching for one night. “Sorry I took up so much time this evening with my problems. The dinner and company were wonderful.”

Grace waved her off. “I don’t often get to share my words of wisdom with new folks who haven’t heard them before.”

Melanie walked into the other room where Gabe played like a pro, cool and calm, while Jason rolled all over the floor in a pattern to match the track his kart raced. Jason maneuvered his car around a sharp curve and headed down the finish line.

“I won again!”

“You’re not half bad once you stop whinin’.” Gabe set his controller down on the coffee table.

“Okay, kid, it’s time to go,” Melanie said as she swallowed her disdain for the video games.

“Aww, Mom.”

Grace nudged her in the ribs.

Melanie wrinkled her nose. “You race like a pro, Jay. I’ve never seen you play so well.”

Jason stopped in midwhine. “You watched?”

“The way you came around the turn just now and drove down the straightaway? Terrific.”

Jason stared openmouthed at her. “Thanks, Mom.”

“You’re welcome.” She caught Gabe grinning at her and felt heat warm her cheeks. Her next words stuck in her throat. “Maybe if Gabe isn’t too busy, you can come by and play again before we leave.”

Jason frowned and looked down at his controller. Music played behind him, waiting for the players to pick their track. He handed Gabe the unit. “Thanks, Gabe. Maybe we can do this again, sometime?”

“Sure. Just make certain—”

“I know—” Jason lowered his voice “—chores are done first.”

Gabe rumpled Jason’s hair then tickled his belly. “Smarty pants.”

Squeals rang as Gabe and Jason wrestled on the floor. Melanie smiled inside. Maybe she’d stumbled onto something good after all.

Gabe stopped and caught his breath. He grabbed the arm of the couch, pushed up from the floor and stretched his muscles.

Jason wrapped the cord around the controller and set it on the television. “But it’s Saturday night. Mom says I can stay up later on Saturday night.”

“Church time comes mighty early when you go to bed late. Better not chance it.” He snagged his hat from the peg by the kitchen door and settled it on his head. Morning definitely came early. Especially when he had a couple more hours of work ahead of him. “C’mon, I’ll walk you to your cabin so the wild chipmunks don’t get you.”

“Mom?” Jason darted past. “Are we going to church in the morning?”

“Looks like it, big guy. I have some important people to meet if we’re going to get a barbecue planned.” She stood by the door, her hand on the jamb. “Right, Gabe?”

“I’m sure the ladies of Faith Community will be singing their hearts out tomorrow morning.” He nodded to his folks, giving his mom a quick hug. “Mom, Dad. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“You done for the night, Gabe?” Martin ambled over to the door.

“Just need to button up a few things.”

“Not too late, son.” Grace kissed him on the cheek. “Don’t want to poke you awake in the pew during Pastor Dave’s sermon.”

Gabe ushered Melanie and Jason out and closed the door behind him. He’d had fun tonight. Jason turned out a worthy opponent. Ha, the kid even beat him a couple of rounds. Nice having human competition instead of playing the machine all the time. “How’s the cabin working out for you, Melanie?”

She stepped around a rut in the lot before looking up at him. “It’s nice and cozy. I know it’s only been a couple days, but waking up and having coffee out on the porch is fast becoming my favorite pastime.”

“I hear things crawling around in the trees all night long.” Jason ran up and squeezed between them. “Are there any bears up here?”

“Always that chance, but I’ve never seen one.” He ruffled Jason’s hair. “Had a couple mountain lions a few years back. And raccoons. No bears.”

Jason’s eyes grew wide and his mouth fell open. “Mountain lions? Cool. Maybe we’ll see one. Maybe I’ll get a picture of one. Maybe we can catch one.”

“Whoa, Jason.” Melanie stuck out her hand. “How about we plan a picnic without the added guests? I think feeding two-legged creatures will be test enough for me this first time.”

“Gabe?” Jason obviously turned from the answer he didn’t want to hear. “What do ya think? Can we go looking for mountain lions?”

“Bud, always be careful what you ask for. You never know when the good Lord is going to call your bluff.” He was sorry he’d said something. Mountain lions needed to stay well away from people. “I’ll bet there’s something a bit more tame for you to do.”