woods on the right of the trail and I'll take the left. Keep out of sight of the river boat until I signal you it's safe,” Ray instructed Sandy.
terrier. Doc vigorously licked her face in response. Natty had been hiding behind a bush.
at the side of the river boat that faced them.
he had become so familiar. “Where could a person hide outside near the riverboat?,” he thought, “There is only one place. Thanks sweetheart, I know where the person is.”
crawled backwards as quickly as she could, feeling the gun
prodding her in the back at her every move. Once clear of the ramp she stood slowly and stuck here hands in the air.
some rope." Ray yelled over his shoulder.
a coil of rope on the deck.
and feed her to the fish." Clare made a loud gulping sound.
each knot an extra tug.
asked in a huff.
"OK, lady I've seen enough social workers in my life. I can
smell them. do you know what they smell like?” Clare shook her head. “They smell like typewriter ink, musty paper and sweaty armpits. Were not going to let you separate us. That was a unanimous vote by all three of us. Show her your vote Natty."
out a social worker from regular people."
"How do you know?" Ray asked.