Michael Gunn saw himself galloping in on a white horse to shower his son with gifts. Then, having his admiration, Michael would again be out of there. He miscalculated a lot of things, including Kaleb’s heart.
Presenting the last of the Gunn characters—Kaleb, the young eagle:
Was he supposed to help Grandma and Grandpa with the ropes? Shoot, he couldn’t remember what they said. He’d have to find another way home. Was it his imagination, or was life after seventeen getting complicated?
“Bet your mom reminded you to get decent food.”
“I—live with my grandparents. But yeah, that’s what Gram would say.” Kaleb smiled a little bit.
“Your name is the same as a young guy’s in Bible times. One of two allowed to go for the gold. Kaleb, it’s good to know you.”
“Yeah,” said Kaleb, “I’ve never heard anybody say stuff like that before.”
Kaleb swung around, his green eyes leveled at his dad’s. “You don’t know —” His voice cracked. “How many times I heard Mom cry at night. You just don’t know.”
All he remembered was someone telling him to yell, “Jesus, help!” when he was in trouble. This was the time to give it a try. He took a big breath, and yelled, “Jesus! Help!” And then he couldn’t keep back the tears.
Obediently, Hawk and Kaleb each took a stump and picked, the silence broken only by the sound of the wind as it brushed the ridge, moaning a minor key in the firs.
Kaleb straightened up, gazing out to sea. “Gram, do you believe in premonitions?”
He loved Gram, but she was Gram. She wasn’t a mom with sparkly eyes and long hair, of whom he’d be secretly proud when she came to school.
“Kaleb, for our assignment, which seventeenth-century playwright did you choose?”
“I see you are preoccupied but apparently not with playwrights. Amber, do you have a presentation?”
Amber glanced at Kaleb, her mouth curving downward in an “I’m sorry” smile.
The guy next to him, yelled in Kaleb’s ear, “Your stop, gas-brain. Out!” He pushed, sending Kaleb sprawling. Everyone laughed.
Lurching down the aisle and out the doors, Kaleb turned at the edge of the blacktop for a split second to look at the yellow dinosaur grinding down the road. Man, when he got his Mustang he would give that bus and everyone on it the bird. Just thinking about it made him feel better.
Kaleb Gunn, a teen who shares the problems of too many of today’s young people. Within The Covered Bet’s pages you’ll see decisions he makes and see the outcome of each. Have you met a Kaleb? Please comment on your view of him. How important do you think he might be to the story?
Whether you are a Kaleb—whether you know or love one—may you have a week of discernment and wise decisions.