Dancing Tides (147 page)

N
ot
e
v
e
n inside
a
loo
n
y
bin
w
ould he
l
e
t
a
n
y
one
boss him
ar
ound.

Ne
x
t tim
e
, he
didn
’
t int
e
nd to
g
ive
up his
f
r
ee
d
o
m so
ea
si
l
y
w
ithout a
f
i
ght.

W
ith his
cre
w
g
one
f
or
t
he
d
a
y
, Co
r
d
f
e
lt out of
so
r
ts.
L
e
f
t
a
lon
e
, the
qu
i
e
t pull
e
d him
fr
om the
p
r
osp
e
c
t of
a
b
o
r
ing
T
u
e
sd
a
y
-
n
i
g
ht t
e
l
e
v
i
sion lin
e
up to the
p
eac
e
o
f
outsid
e
.

I
t
w
a
s a
ni
c
e
e
v
e
ni
n
g
, or
it
w
ould be
a
s st
ar
s
w
e
r
e
just now
b
e
g
inni
n
g
to p
o
p out
a
nd
g
list
e
n. R
e
stl
e
ss, he
st
ar
t
e
d to
wa
lk.
O
v
e
r
r
olling hills
a
nd th
r
ou
g
h
r
o
w
s
o
f
cr
ops, it didn
’
t t
a
ke long
b
ef
o
r
e
h
e
r
e
a
li
z
e
d
f
or
the
f
i
r
st time
th
a
t
we
e
k, those
old
fee
li
n
g
s of
i
n
a
d
e
qu
a
c
y
, of
not b
e
i
n
g
a
ble
to s
a
ve
C
a
ssi
e
, st
a
r
t
e
d
i
nc
hing
up his spin
e
.

De
spite
the
un
r
e
a
listic
a
s
p
ec
ts, it didn
’
t t
a
ke
a
g
e
n
ius to know
he
n
ee
d
e
d to
g
e
t out of h
ere
—
a
nd do so
m
e
thing—t
a
lk to som
e
on
e
, his sponso
r
, P
e
t
e
, Mu
r
p
h
y
, p
r
e
fera
b
l
y
K
e
e
g
a
n.

Ke
e
g
a
n.
H
e
n
e
e
d
e
d to s
e
e
her
.

D
ig
g
i
n
g
his k
e
y
s out of
h
is po
c
k
e
t, he
h
ea
d
e
d to
o
ne
of
the
t
r
u
c
ks
a
nd to to
w
n.
I
f
K
ee
g
a
n
wa
s bu
s
y
,
h
e’
d
f
ind som
e
one
e
lse
to t
a
lk to, sh
e
d
t
his mood b
ef
o
r
e
he
did
s
om
e
thing
he
r
ea
l
l
y didn
’
t
wa
nt to do.

O
n the
d
r
ive
to to
w
n, h
e
’
d s
e
nt a
t
e
x
t m
e
ss
a
g
e
to
Ke
e
g
a
n.
W
h
e
n
h
e
pull
e
d
up in
fr
ont of the
ce
nt
er
, s
h
e
wa
s
wa
iting
f
o
r
him.

“
I
just
g
ot a
ca
ll
fr
om Cl
a
n
c
e
H
opkins.
H
e
r
uns a
f
i
shing
busin
e
ss.
H
e
n
e
tt
e
d
a
s
e
a
tu
r
tle
a
bout
a
n hour
a
g
o.
I
’
ve
got to
g
o
g
e
t him, Co
r
d.
H
e’
s
g
ot a
pi
e
c
e
of
pl
a
stic
b
a
g
stu
c
k
in his mouth.
T
he
tu
r
tl
e
, not C
l
a
n
ce
,
”
she
e
x
pl
a
in
e
d b
r
ea
thl
e
ss, b
ef
o
r
e
a
ddin
g
,
“
Come
w
ith m
e
.”

“
Su
re
,”
Co
r
d
a
g
r
e
e
d.
“
A
tu
r
tl
e
,
re
ptil
e
,
r
i
g
ht
?
”

“
Ri
g
ht.
G
ood thing
w
e
re
s
c
ue
a
n
y
thi
n
g
in dist
re
ss.”

“Tr
u
c
k or
b
o
a
t.”

“
W
e’r
e
t
a
ki
n
g
the
b
o
a
t.
I
t
’
s
fa
st
e
r
f
o
r
on
e
,
a
nd t
w
o, Cl
a
n
c
e
isn
’
t
c
oming
in
f
or
the
n
i
g
ht.
He’
s
a
lmost
f
i
f
t
ee
n mil
e
s
out.”

Co
r
d hu
rr
i
e
d
a
f
t
e
r
h
e
r
, th
r
ou
g
h the
c
ompound,
a
nd
ar
ound b
ac
k to
w
h
e
r
e
the
p
a
th
wa
s
we
ll
-w
o
r
n, a
sh
o
r
t
c
ut to Smu
gg
l
er’
s
B
a
y
th
a
t l
e
d
r
i
g
ht to the
bo
a
t.