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could have been filled with pictures, or school work. I wished that was all it was, as I opened it up and saw what it said. The first pages had all been ripped out, probably because it was a notebook from a previous year. In black magic marker, written in big block letters, it read: I HATE THEM! I WISH THEY WOULD JUST DIE LIKE MY REAL MOM.
I closed the book, unable to look at his handwritten words any longer. If Colt saw what he’d wrote, he would have busted his little ass, so I put the notebook back in his drawer and just stuck his clothes back on top of it.
With Colt downstairs watching television, I retreated to my room, where I started crying again. I was going to need wine to get through the evening. Hell, I was going to need wine to get through the next week.
Chapter 8
Colt
I was worried about a lot of things and pr oblems on the ranch didn’t make my day any better. I knew I’d pissed Savanna off, but I thought if I gave her a task it would take her mind off of Noah. He was just being a stubborn kid, like I was at his age. Within a couple days he would forget he even said such terrible things about her.
Aside from Savanna being all upset, I had bigger problems involving my son. It had only been one night since Zeke visited, but as soon as I left to do my daily run of the ranch, I got a call from someone claiming to be his attorney. I was so pissed that he’d gone and called the man that fast, that I told him my lawyers number and then hung up before he could get a word in edgewise.
About an hour after that my lawyer called and he didn’t have good news for me.
Colt, it’s Mike Trimmel. Look, I just got a call from some lawyer claiming that he tried to contact you about visitation for your son. He said you gave him my number and refused to talk to him. Tell me you know something about it.
Yeah. He called earlier.
Can you give me an idea of what’s going on? He claims that you are refusing his blood uncle visitation.
That’s right. Are you aware of who his uncle is?
I had to look it up, but yeah, I know who he is now.
Then you can imagine my feelin’s about him takin’ my son.
Colt, I realize that you are the boy’s father and legal guardian, and if this was just some random citizen I would say that they wouldn’t stand a chance in Hell at winning in court. The problem is, this guy has money. He has a lot of money. We both know what that means.
You can’t mean what I think you do. Have you seen the type of lifestyle this guy lives? He doesn’t even know my son. He hasn’t been a part of his life since he was born.
Colt, I know what you’re saying. I do. I’m just trying to be honest. Unless you are willing to get involved with a very costly trial, I would suggest you work something out with this uncle before he proceeds with legal papers.
So you’re sayin’ I should just hand over my kid whenever he wants to see him?
I’m saying that maybe you two could come up with a compromise. Perhaps it would work out if you offered to go with him when he visited.
I run a ranch. I can’t just up and travel all over God’s creation to hang out with someone that I don’t even care for.
Take some time and think about what I said, Colt. I would hate for you to be involved in something that could become a media spectacle. We can’t always agree with our family, but at the end of the day, that’s exactly what they are. I know what you went through when Noah came into your life. Try to put yourself in his shoes. He has an uncle that he didn’t know about. Maybe letting them get to know each other won’t be such a bad thing. Maybe he will figure out that his uncle isn’t someone he likes to be around.
Or maybe he will want to be a rockstar too.
All children have aspirations. That doesn’t mean they follow through with them.
Thanks for the advice, Mike. I get what you’re sayin’. If you really think it’s a good idea, I will try to contact Zeke and see if we can work something out. I
I closed the book, unable to look at his handwritten words any longer. If Colt saw what he’d wrote, he would have busted his little ass, so I put the notebook back in his drawer and just stuck his clothes back on top of it.
With Colt downstairs watching television, I retreated to my room, where I started crying again. I was going to need wine to get through the evening. Hell, I was going to need wine to get through the next week.
Chapter 8
Colt
I was worried about a lot of things and pr oblems on the ranch didn’t make my day any better. I knew I’d pissed Savanna off, but I thought if I gave her a task it would take her mind off of Noah. He was just being a stubborn kid, like I was at his age. Within a couple days he would forget he even said such terrible things about her.
Aside from Savanna being all upset, I had bigger problems involving my son. It had only been one night since Zeke visited, but as soon as I left to do my daily run of the ranch, I got a call from someone claiming to be his attorney. I was so pissed that he’d gone and called the man that fast, that I told him my lawyers number and then hung up before he could get a word in edgewise.
About an hour after that my lawyer called and he didn’t have good news for me.
Colt, it’s Mike Trimmel. Look, I just got a call from some lawyer claiming that he tried to contact you about visitation for your son. He said you gave him my number and refused to talk to him. Tell me you know something about it.
Yeah. He called earlier.
Can you give me an idea of what’s going on? He claims that you are refusing his blood uncle visitation.
That’s right. Are you aware of who his uncle is?
I had to look it up, but yeah, I know who he is now.
Then you can imagine my feelin’s about him takin’ my son.
Colt, I realize that you are the boy’s father and legal guardian, and if this was just some random citizen I would say that they wouldn’t stand a chance in Hell at winning in court. The problem is, this guy has money. He has a lot of money. We both know what that means.
You can’t mean what I think you do. Have you seen the type of lifestyle this guy lives? He doesn’t even know my son. He hasn’t been a part of his life since he was born.
Colt, I know what you’re saying. I do. I’m just trying to be honest. Unless you are willing to get involved with a very costly trial, I would suggest you work something out with this uncle before he proceeds with legal papers.
So you’re sayin’ I should just hand over my kid whenever he wants to see him?
I’m saying that maybe you two could come up with a compromise. Perhaps it would work out if you offered to go with him when he visited.
I run a ranch. I can’t just up and travel all over God’s creation to hang out with someone that I don’t even care for.
Take some time and think about what I said, Colt. I would hate for you to be involved in something that could become a media spectacle. We can’t always agree with our family, but at the end of the day, that’s exactly what they are. I know what you went through when Noah came into your life. Try to put yourself in his shoes. He has an uncle that he didn’t know about. Maybe letting them get to know each other won’t be such a bad thing. Maybe he will figure out that his uncle isn’t someone he likes to be around.
Or maybe he will want to be a rockstar too.
All children have aspirations. That doesn’t mean they follow through with them.
Thanks for the advice, Mike. I get what you’re sayin’. If you really think it’s a good idea, I will try to contact Zeke and see if we can work something out. I
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