: Is it a trap or a sanctuary? Discussing the internal conflict of wanting to leave vs. the comfort of staying.

"You did good today," Silas said. The words were small, offered up like a rare coin.

"I got him to stay," Ethan said.

"Yeah."

Ethan stopped brushing. He looked at his uncle—really looked at him. He saw the trembling in the old man’s hands, the way he favored his left hip. The reality of Silas’s mortality hit Ethan like a physical weight. One day, Silas wouldn't be able to get back up.

"No. You stay up there. If he bolts, you’re the anchor."

Suddenly, a clap of thunder rolled over the ridge. It wasn't loud, just a low rumble, but it was enough. Buck tensed, his massive muscles coiling. He threw his head up, nearly knocking Ethan backward.