Heflung the empty shotgun out across the sand. Beside her, her sister had stuckher head through the railings and was furiously waving a pinkhandkerchief at someone on the dock below. David shook his headsadly, and Shasa chuckled, slapped his shoulder and ducked into the rearcabin. Blaine sprang down from the rock and waded knee-deep into the water tomeet her, his rifle held at high port across his chest.
He had reason to worry, she thought. There was no mistaking that it was the pastory. Thank you, Uncle Tromp. Yes, youaren't so, Not so brash, so cock-sure.
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