Dancing Tides (189 page)

“A
nd
y
ou
’
r
e
a
lone
no
w
?
”

Ga
be
shook his h
ea
d.
“
M
e
t a
w
om
a
n som
e
time
b
a
c
k.
He
r
n
a
m
e’
s Pol
l
y
. S
h
e’
s
g
ot me ov
e
r
quite
a
f
e
w
r
o
u
g
h s
p
ots.
W
e
don
’
t live
to
g
e
t
h
e
r
thou
g
h
.
L
ook,
I
’
ll n
e
v
e
r
f
o
r
g
e
t
y
o
u
r
moth
er
, Co
r
d. She
wa
s the
f
i
r
st
w
om
a
n
I
e
v
e
r
lov
e
d.
A
nd
t
h
e
n,
I
h
a
d
y
ou.
T
h
er
e
w
a
s a
time
I
didn
’
t think
I
’
d
e
v
e
r
f
ind
y
ou.”

“
W
h
a
t do
I
ca
ll
y
ou
?
”

“
W
h
a
t
e
v
e
r
y
ou
w
a
nt
?
”

Co
r
d s
cra
t
c
h
e
d his
ear
.
“
Ne
v
e
r
h
a
d a
f
a
th
e
r
b
ef
o
re
.
I
m
i
g
ht t
r
y
d
a
d
a
t some
point.
B
ut—the
w
o
r
d sounds
f
o
re
i
g
n
.
”

“T
h
e
n
f
or
n
o
w
,
Ga
b
e
w
i
l
l
w
o
r
k just
f
in
e
.”

O
utside
Ch
e
y
e
nn
e
,
W
y
o
ming,
J
ohn
G
old
’
s blue
Must
a
ng
g
ot
c
a
u
g
ht sp
e
e
ding
b
y
a hi
g
h
w
a
y
p
a
t
r
ol o
ff
i
c
e
r
n
a
m
e
d
J
.
T
. M
cDa
ni
e
l.
J
ohn
G
old k
e
pt his
c
ool
a
s he
h
a
nd
e
d o
f
f
his
f
a
ke d
r
iv
er’
s li
ce
n
s
e
a
nd
w
a
it
e
d
w
hile
the
c
op
r
a
n the
pl
a
t
e
s th
r
ou
g
h his
c
omp
u
t
er
.

J
ohn
G
old h
a
d no doubt
t
his
wa
s a
t
e
st.
T
h
a
t
’
s
w
h
y
he
f
o
u
g
ht the
u
r
g
e
to s
t
ar
t the
c
a
r
a
nd hit the
g
a
s.
H
e
c
ould t
a
ke
o
ff
, but the
n
e
w
I
D
h
a
d
t
o p
a
ss s
cr
uti
n
y
a
t some
p
oint.
H
e
kn
e
w
he should
’
ve
bou
g
ht
a
g
un
a
t the
s
a
me
time
h
e’
d pu
rc
h
a
s
e
d the
n
e
w
c
a
r
.
He
’
d
r
e
m
e
d
y
th
a
t little mist
a
ke
f
i
r
st
c
h
a
n
c
e
he
g
ot.

G
old k
e
pt a
wa
t
c
h
f
ul
e
y
e
in his
rear
vi
e
w
mi
rr
o
r
f
o
r
a
n
y
indi
ca
tion the
g
i
g
wa
s up.
B
ut
w
h
e
n the
o
ff
i
ce
r
ca
me
w
a
l
k
ing
b
a
c
k to the
c
a
r
w
i
t
hout h
a
ving
d
r
aw
n his
w
ea
pon
a
nd
h
a
nd
e
d him b
ac
k his li
ce
nse
a
long
w
ith a
ti
c
k
e
t to si
g
n, he
k
n
e
w
the
I
D
h
a
d
b
ee
n
w
e
ll
w
o
r
th the
f
ive
g
r
a
nd h
e’
d p
a
id
f
or
it.

A
s he
ca
lm
l
y
a
dd
e
d his
J
ohn
G
old si
g
n
a
tu
r
e
to the
p
a
p
e
r
w
ithout a
f
uss,
h
e
g
r
inn
e
d to hims
e
l
f
, list
e
ning
to the
c
op polit
e
l
y
t
e
ll him how
to p
a
y
t
h
e
f
in
e
.
T
h
e
minute
the
g
u
y
c
r
aw
l
e
d b
ac
k inside
his
cr
uis
er
,
J
ohn
G
old tu
r
n
e
d the
k
e
y
,
put the
ca
r
in
g
e
a
r
a
nd t
o
ok o
f
f
c
ontinuing
to h
ea
d
we
st
a
lo
n
g
I
-
80, m
a
king
su
r
e
this time
he
k
e
pt the
spo
r
ts
ca
r
a
t
a
l
e
g
a
l
s
e
v
e
n
t
y
-
f
ive
mil
e
s p
e
r
hou
r
.