Sticks & Stones
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Ty raised an eyebrow, hoping that was it for the history lesson. Beside him, Zane shivered slightly and reached into his pack to pull out a dry sweatshirt. He had a small hand towel draped over his knee; he’d obviously used it on his head because his hair was sticking up a little in a couple places. He was smiling too. He seemed pretty entertained. Ty turned to fiddle with the fire, stoking it and adding several more logs in the hopes they’d last long enough for him to get some good sleep. Then he sank back down beside his partner, his shoulder brushing Zane’s. He watched idly as the others moved to get their beds in order.
“Tired?” he asked Zane softly.
Zane blinked heavily and looked up from where he’d been staring at the floor, meeting his eyes and smiling slightly. “Fresh as a daisy,” he murmured.
“Yeah, you look it,” Ty drawled. “Little out of shape, huh, Garrett?” he teased gently.
“Maybe a little.” Zane played along, shifting back. “This isn’t exactly like working out in the gym.” He looked Ty over. “How about you?”
Ty patted Zane’s leg sympathetically. “Got a little out of breath earlier,” he answered with a quirk to his lips.
Zane chuckled. “I guess I don’t feel quite so bad then.” He started unlacing a boot.
“Get some sleep, gentlemen,” Earl told them as he climbed onto the top bunk. John was already snoring loudly in his bunk.
“I’m too tired to sleep,” Deuce muttered.
Zane started in on the other boot, and he turned his head to look over at Ty. “So this is your idea of a vacation, huh?” His voice was pitched very low.
Ty just smiled happily as he watched the shadows flicker around the cabin. He was in his element up here. He was happy up here, no matter how tired or cold or wet or hungry.
Apparently it was clear on his face, because Zane actually smiled genuinely. “So why not come up here more often?” he whispered as he pulled off the boots.
“Quit my job and become a ranger?” Ty posed with a small smirk.
Zane shrugged. “I can see you in one of those brown hats,” he said, lips twisting against a laugh.
Ty snorted and nodded as he tilted his head to look up at the ceiling. The fire hissed and popped, and the light danced on the logs overhead.
There were plenty of reasons Ty didn’t do this more often. One was the fact that the cell reception was shitty, and Burns usually had him at the ready. It was one of the first times that Ty had thought that with a hint of bitterness.
Zane studied him with a small frown that emphasized the furrows between his brows. After a long moment, he asked, “So why not visit more?”
Ty didn’t move, blinking up at the ceiling as he tried to think of a way to answer. The truth was, most of his official vacation time was taken up by side jobs that weren’t supposed to go in any records. But he couldn’t tell Zane that even if he wanted to. Yet.
“Time, I guess,” he finally answered, hoping it would satisfy. He could still feel Zane’s eyes on him, but the other man didn’t say anything else. Ty glanced over at him self-consciously. Zane was scrutinizing him, and he looked like he was considering what to say. Ty shook his head slightly and sighed, looking back up at the ceiling. It wasn’t home that was the problem. He supposed he could let Zane believe that it was, though. It would buy him some time until he figured out what to do about Burns’ black ops and whether Zane needed to know about them.
“Tell me something,” Zane asked softly, gaining Ty’s attention. “Something about growing up in the mountains.”
“What, like… more story time?” Ty asked uncomfortably.
Zane shrugged one shoulder. “Some good thing you remember.”
Ty watched him in the flickering firelight, frowning heavily and trying to think. “Good thing about growing up in the mountains,” he murmured. He shrugged, at a loss. “It wasn’t really all that different from growing up anywhere else, I guess. Every summer we’d come up here and Dad would teach us everything he knew. From the day school was out until football started up, we were running around outdoors.”
“All those trophies,” Zane said quietly. “You played lots of sports, looked like.”
“I was decent,” Ty acknowledged. “I liked them all, but football was my game.”
“You’re not exactly lineman size,” Zane commented. “Wide receiver? Defensive back?” He smiled and bumped against him gently. “Quarterback?”
Ty glanced sideways at him and smiled. “You’ll make jokes if I tell you now,” he predicted.
Both Zane’s brows raised. “Not near what you would if I told you what I did for extracurriculars in high school.”
“True,” Ty agreed shamelessly. “I was a tight end,” he told Zane with another look sideways at him and a smirk. “Sometimes wide receiver if we were killing the other team.”
“Big guy, fast runner,” Zane said with a nod.
Ty nodded, waiting for Zane’s love of bad puns to seize on the tight end thing and run with it. “What about you?” he asked to curtail the urge in his partner.
Zane snorted and rubbed a hand over his face. When he dropped it, his cheeks were surprisingly flushed. “Uh. Well, it was Texas, you know.”
“Right,” Ty said slowly. “So… you grew up roping longhorns and riding horses?” he joked.
“Yes,” Zane said immediately, relaxing visibly. “On Granddaddy’s ranch.”
Ty narrowed his eyes at his partner. Zane had seized on that answer far too quickly and with too much relief, and he was obviously embarrassed about the subject. “You know, if you don’t want to talk about it, I’m not that big on talking anyway,” Ty offered softly. “I won’t mind.”
Zane sighed. “Nah. It’s just silly.” He winced. “I was on the square-dancing team.”
Ty pressed his lips tightly together and closed his eyes, but he just couldn’t help himself. He covered his mouth and tried to cover the laugh, shaking his head.
He heard Zane’s soft laugh. “I told you,” Zane said with a gentle elbow to Ty’s ribs. “But I’ll have you know we were in the state championship my junior year.”
Ty snorted and laughed out loud, unable to contain it. “Oh God,” he said as he covered his eyes. When he moved his hand, he saw Zane looking back at him, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, but his dark brown eyes were shining in the firelight. “Next time just lie to me,” Ty requested as he giggled.
Zane grinned and shook his head as he hefted himself up. “You love the ammunition. Though Lord knows why I keep feeding it to you. Glutton for punishment, I guess,” he mumbled as he headed for the last bunk.
“I guess,” Ty echoed with a soft smile.
Chapter 8
“YOU boys make it through that storm okay?” the ranger asked as he tipped his hat.
“We’re here,” Earl confirmed.
“So you are,” the ranger answered. Zane noticed that Ty wasn’t paying too much attention as he dug through his bag; he seemed content to let Earl handle the conversation. It struck Zane as odd that Ty didn’t want to be in control of the situation like he almost always did, but maybe he was deferring to Earl as older and wiser.
Whatever the reason, Zane didn’t think he’d ever seen Ty this relaxed. It was an attractive attitude on him, and Zane found himself hoping Ty would stay this way once they returned home. His T-shirt this morning was a black one that claimed “Only YOU can prevent forest fires!” and below that, in smaller letters, it added “Which is good because I’ve got shit to do.”
Zane sat smiling at his partner as he mused over just how well that fit Ty.
“We found some ATV tracks up aways,” Earl was saying, and the ranger frowned.
“Recent?” the man asked.
Earl shook his head. “No. Back before the last storms couple weeks back, we think.”
The ranger nodded slowly. “We’ve had other reports the last few months.”
“And the car,” Zane added.
“Expired inspection,” Ty provided as he stopped at Earl’s side. “At the trailhead. Been there a while.”
Earl supplied him with the specific location, actually giving the ranger the GPS coordinates. Zane was surprised. He’d not seen Earl with any sort of locator or battery-operated compass.
“We’ll check it out,” the ranger said as he took out a small notepad and started scribbling in it.
Zane leaned forward, his hands braced on the bench. “How far are we from the trailhead?”
“’Bout fifteen miles, as the crow flies,” the ranger said.
“Means we’ve probably walked fifty,” Deuce muttered. His legs were extended out in front of him in a mirror of Zane’s.
“We’re heading over to the nearest pass,” Earl told the ranger.
“We’ve had some reports of missing hikers. Searchers ain’t found no sign; it’s too wet, and the cold doesn’t help,” the ranger told him, trying to impress upon them the danger. Earl nodded again.
“Missing hikers?” Zane asked Deuce.
“Yeah, happens sometimes. Usually kids running off and being stupid,” Deuce said wryly. “But sometimes a through-hiker has an accident.”
“Someone like John,” Zane said.
Deuce nodded. “More often rookies, though. Or day hikers. People like John got enough experience to know the dangers and how to avoid them.”
“Like snakes,” Zane muttered, looking back over at where the ranger, Earl, and Ty were still talking.
“Don’t worry, Zane,” Deuce said, clapping him on the shoulder. “Like Grandpa said, it’s too cold for snakes right now.”
Zane resisted the urge to growl and instead stood up and stretched.
“We’re going to refill our water and head out,” Ty said as he walked over.
“Any more storms coming?” Zane asked.
“Ranger says no. It’s supposed to be clear for the next few days.”
Zane must have growled that time, because Ty gave him an amused look. “Man up, Garrett.”
“Yeah. Sure,” Zane muttered.
“Y’all be careful,” the ranger said again, obviously not happy that they were planning to continue on. “The storm knocked out some lines and comm towers we got up there. Got no reception at all in some places. Other places it’s pretty sketchy.”
Ty pulled up short and turned to look at his father, raising his eyebrows in question. Earl pursed his lips, looking from Ty to the ranger again. “How’s the shape of the trail?” he asked.
“It’s intact, to our knowledge. Don’t know what that storm did last night. There’s some flooding around, swollen rivers and mudslides.”
“Maybe we’ll find buried treasure in one of them,” Ty muttered under his breath. Earl looked around at them, his gaze settling on Zane doubtfully. His eyes flickered to Ty again. Ty shrugged. “I think we’re good to go,” he offered carelessly. “We’re not climbing or anything,” he pointed out.
Earl nodded. “Thanks for the updates,” he said to the ranger, shaking the man’s hand.
As they turned to go, the ranger called out to them. “Keep an eye out for snakes,” he advised. “We don’t know why, but they’re still out and they’re not happy. We think something’s driving ’em down the mountain lately. Been lots of rattlers around.”
Earl turned and smiled slightly, nodding his thanks before he walked out.
Ty made a disbelieving sound, shaking his head. “Snakes,” he said to Zane derisively as he passed by, snickering as he stepped through the door.
Zane just stared at him for a moment before wiping his hand over his face and following him across the dirt clearing.
He stood at the water spigot where Ty was refilling the canteens for a few minutes, watching Earl and Deuce check their packs, seeing if there were any critical supplies they might be able to get from the ranger. So Zane had at least a few quiet minutes with Ty to broach a question that had been bothering him.
“Earl doesn’t think I should be here, does he?” Okay, it wasn’t much of a question, but it got his point across.
Ty looked up at him in surprise, jerking just enough to get his hand wet and splash water over his boots. “Damnit,” he muttered as he looked back down to reposition the canteen. “Why do you say that?” he asked Zane, looking up at him again.
“Could be that somewhat doubtful look on his face every time he looks at me,” Zane murmured.
Ty snorted and gave Zane a raspberry. “He looks at everybody like that.”
“He stated quite clearly that the military would have toughened me up,” Zane added.
Ty turned off the water and straightened to his full height, frowning at Zane as he screwed the cap onto the canteen. “Yeah, that sounds like him,” he said finally. “He’s not trying to be malicious,” he told Zane softly. “It’s just the way he is.”
Zane wasn’t exactly sure about that. “It’s a hell of a contrast to his friendly greeting when we met.”
“How’s that?” Ty asked in confusion.
“I don’t know,” Zane murmured. “I just didn’t like the implication that I’m not good enough to watch out for you.” He took the full canteen and handed Ty an empty one.
Ty took it automatically and went about filling it as well. “I don’t know what to tell you, Zane,” he said as he watched the water. “He gives me the same looks he’s giving you,” he said without looking up.