"What if Natty would have been really in the mood?", Sandy asked grinning.
"I didn't know that a person your age could dance to rock music, uh, oh. I didn't mean that the way it sounded," he immediately added realizing he had made the age old mistake of mentioning age to a woman.
"How did you come to be a social worker?" Sandy asked.
"Ain’t it the truth," Clare said joining in the laughter.
carnival there," Ray announced.
"Do you really think they could be looking for us this far north?" Ray asked.
"We have enough vegetables here to last for a month,” Clare informed them. “Anyone for vegetable soup? After all Natty picked it out on her very own." Natty sat on the counter happily sucking on a carrot.
"Yeah, and that lady almost wore it, too!,” Ray said laughing.
"Do you know that our little sister could start a war without even being aware of it?", Sandy pointed out with a guffaw.
Sean whistled shrilly to awaken Patrick, who was passed out on the cabin couch. There was not much work of late and when Patrick wasn't working he played hard.
"Maybe so, tis a lang way from ham," Sean said, carefully noting what direction and speed the river boat was going.
"She'll love it,” Sandy said smiling." The next gaming booth was a game that was played with lawn darts. Sandy proved to be good at this game, winning three stuffed toys and a doll out of five tries. The attendant frowned and said, “Young lady would you want to try once more, double or nothing, just to prove to the good folks here it isn't beginners luck." He held his arms spread out to the knot of people that had gathered around to watch Sandy play. Sandy looked at Ray who shook his head.
"What do you have in the box?," he asked
"Come here in the light where I can see you," Ralph ordered, tightening his grip on the handle of his revolver in the holster.
"Is this old geezer going to bite? If not I'll have to use persuader number two." Dan fingered the small ball-peen hammer in his back pocket.
with his back to a section of wall between the doors and the front windows, he waited gun in hand. One man said good night and walked off toward the boats.
"I wonder what's happening here?" Sandy asked.
"Let's go find the skiff before this really develops into something," Sandy advised.
Clare had heard the speed boat and got up to see what was happening while Natty slept soundly in the bed next to her. Some one was out side on the
"I want you to start this boat up and move on out of the harbor very normal like." Dan ordered Ray. Ray stayed riveted to the spot he stood on, frozen with fear.
"Sandy!" Dan motioned to the controls with the gun, then quick as lightning Dan pointed the gun at Ray's head and yelled, “Bang!" Ray jumped. A dark spot appeared at the front of his pants and spread down the right pant leg. Dan laughed
the gun was once again pointed at Ray's head.
George turned on the radio to get the news. There was a report of a robbery and a boat crash in Helena. The boat that crashed into some rocks earlier this evening is believed to be that of the fleeing robber. At this point they are not sure if the robber went down with the boat.
"Possibly but I'm hoping not," George responded. The owner disappeared into the store and came back a few minutes later, scratching behind his right ear.
On the other hand the three children and Clare could be perfectly safe
cordially cruising north ward, he wished and prayed, but a gut feeling told him otherwise.
George thought that it would be more likely though, if this man retained any sense at all, he would probably want to keep those on board as hostages