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  • Discovery at Little Hog Island, Chapter 1 part 8

    "I say she is," Buck said, drawing himself up and looking angrily at Glenn.

    "Excuse me," Dana said, her voice sounding small and girlish again. "Would you mind telling me what’s going on? What are you talking about?"

    "Look at our hands, all of them. Do you notice anything?” Buck asked, smiling. Glenn snorted. Willie nodded.

    “You all work hard with your hands.”

    “We’re fisherman. It is hard work. Anything else?” Buck asked. Glenn snorted again.

    Dana studied the hands. They were all very masculine looking. They all had broken nails.

    “Include your own hands,” Buck suggested.

    “No rings?” Dana asked. That seemed silly. Perhaps they didn’t wear rings because they would get caught in the nets and equipment they used.

    “Right, no rings. We’re the no-rings club. The no-partners club.”

    “The No-Women Club,” Glenn said. Growling.

    “You’re kidding, right?” Dana asked, shaking her head.

    “No,” Glenn said, “and you can leave immediately and not come back.”

    “But . . . but, what about the guns and grenades?”


    Chapter 2, part 1:

    Everyone stared at Dana.

    Each looked astounded.

    Then, Buck laughed out loud, a deep hearty laugh. The others all laughed too. They laughed and laughed and laughed, doubling over, gasping for breath. "You're afraid of us," he finally choked out. "You think we're criminals or smugglers or something." And they all laughed again, even Glenn.

    "You're not?" Dana asked, smiling weakly. "I don't get it? What's so funny?"

    Buck laughed some more, and wiped tears from his eyes. He took a slug of his beer. The others all followed suit. "Glenn here," he said, waving at Glenn as if she didn’t know who he was, "is the president of the Little Hog Island Historical Society. We have a museum in town. Garrett is the vice president, I’m the treasurer, Willie is the recording and corresponding secretary," Willie bobbed his head, "and Simon is the President of Development, our head fund-raising guy." Simon smiled and nodded.

    Buck continued, "We're trying to raise money to make Little Hog Island into a Living History museum. We want to restore some of the original ruins of the Fort. What we have stored in the stone shed and in this building, which was an old customs house, is artifacts. We have way too many artifacts to store at our little museum in town."

    "Aren't you afraid someone will steal them?"

    "A little. We keep them locked when we're not out here, and inventory them whenever we are here. That's what Glenn and I were doing earlier."

    "The tides are in our favor, too," Garrett said. "After we lost a series of tourists trying to swim out here, people just started leaving the place alone."

    "We lost a local boy, too, Billy Owens Jr. He didn't believe the ban on swimming to Little Hog Island and chose to try it. It was just during the rip. He got pulled way out and they found what was left of his body two weeks later in Nova Scotia," Simon said.

    "Yeah," Garrett said, "he was our age. He was in my physics class with Mr. Brunelle. Mr. Brunelle passed a couple weeks ago. Only Phip Rellins is left."

    "Your age," Willie said, shaking his head.

    "Yeah, our age, not yours. Willie is my youngest son," Buck said. "He's got his own boat now, and his own crew.

    "Garrett, don't forget your history teacher, Raymie Wadsworth. He and Phip were just telling me about Billy Owens at Mr. Brunelle's wake. Said there was something strange about all that," Simon said.

    "Mr. Raymie, he's not all there any more, poor fellow. Touch of dementia, you know?” Buck said. His expression had changed in a way Dana couldn’t read.

    "What did Phip Rellins mean about there being something strange about Billy Owens?" Willie asked.

    "Why don't you all just shut up," Glenn said. "No one knows when to keep their mouths shut." He glowered at Willie, Simon, and Dana in turn. Then Buck. He stood, turned on his heel, and disappeared into the other room.


    Cowbird ate this story THRICE so far, this my fourth attempt to post it. If this continues, I am going to quit Cowbird. I cannot afford the time or frustration!!

    Notes: This is part 8 of my serial novel hopeful, Discovery at Little Hog Island. Links to the fairly short earlier sections are at the BOTTOM in blue*. The illo is of me, made this morning, standing in for Dana.

    *I moved the links because that's where the other posts got cut off. I am now on my 8th attempt to properly post this (the links, now). Cowbird refuses to post the rest of links. Look for the sailboats or link from one post to the next. Sorry! (Link to the previous story through its sprout icon.)

    I wonder if Cowbird has a limit to the number of links they allow you to post in a story.

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