Like his opinions, however, Ben kept the truth to himself. Buying his daddy’s bait shop so his mama wouldn’t have to run the place alone, now that’s something he could take pride in. After all, a man’s job was to see to his family. But with Mama gone six years now, he toyed with the idea of buying himself an RV and a new map that would take him out of Green’s Point, Texas for good. Casting his line into the depths of Canyon Lake, Ben could care less whether he caught a fish or not. It was a beautiful May morning, and he had nothing to do but sit back and enjoy the hour before the bait shop opened with his buddy Mitch Tucker while Skipper, his year-old black Lab, snoozed at his feet. Life just didn’t get any better than this. Too bad the man had his cap set on talking about the Lord again. He could tell it as surely as he knew the sun would rise again tomorrow. When Mitch got that look in his eye, well, a sly comment was sure to follow. Ben was as aware as the next guy that there was a Heavenly Father looking down from some mysterious place in the sky.
