So, after hours in the tipi, walking in the smoke, he saw the reality of it all, and it didn’t make him happy.
Not.
At.
All.
This called for an intervention. The last thing he needed was the last year’s work being undone due to something that didNOThave to come to fruition.
It was time to prepare.
So, after walking in the smoke, Timothy got in his old truck and headed across the reservation to his other grandson’s home.
Once there, he got out and headed up the walkway. At the door, he didn’t hesitate to walk in like he owned the place.
If he was going to be in the trenches fighting for Ethan, his other grandson was going to be too.
Inside, he put on a pot of coffee, and waited for it to perk. When he poured Callen a cup, he carried it toward the man’s bedroom, and pushed the door open.
Inside, his son was sleeping, and there was another random woman in his bed.
“Okay, fun’s over. Hussy, head the hell home,” he stated.
The blonde sat up, and gasped.
And Callen looked horrified.
“DAD!”he said. “We talked about this!”
The Native man didn’t flinch.
“You should go,” he said to the woman. “He’s got an STD. You’re likely sick. Go get checked out.”
Well, that worked.
The woman gave Callen a foul look, and then grabbed her things. The whole time, Callen sat there, and he couldn’t believe it.
“DAD!”he said again, and Timothy handed him a cup of coffee.
He wasn’t dealing with this.
That was tomorrow’s battle. Since there were condom wrappers on the floor, at least his grandson had bagged up.
“Hush,” he said.
When the woman left, slamming the door behind her, as she left the cabin, Timothy sat on the side of the bed.
“I thought we discussed this, Timothy,” Callen said, using his name.
The older man laughed.
“Like we discussed you not fucking your way through everything with a vagina. If you can’t keep up your end of the deal, I can’t keep up mine,” he stated.
Callen rubbed the bridge of his nose.
“This has to stop, Dad. How am I going to meet a person if you can’t keep out of it?”
Wyler stared into his eyes.
