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  • Chapter 2; part 5


    "Shot?" Dana asked, her voice rising with a clear note of fear and hysteria.

    "He used a gun with a silencer. Probably shot two holes through several of the inflations chambers, one going in, one out. He has this same kayak, and knows it very well."

    "A gun? With a silencer?" Dana repeated stupidly. Still sounding high and frightened.

    "You fell when the kayak surged at the first shot and hit your head on a submerged rock. I'll patch the kayak for you. It shouldn’t be too hard to repair."

    Dana rubbed her fingers over the back of her head. Her hair was wet and matted and under it was a large goose egg. It hurt, and her head throbbed.

    Buck helped her out of the dingy and carried the limp kayak up the path to her tent.

    "You could report him for damaging your property. I hope you won’t do that."

    "How could he shoot out into the dark and be sure he wouldn’t hit me."

    "He was in the marines in Nam. Ace shot."

    "In the dark?"

    "It wasn't that dark. There was a lot of ambient light from the moon. You were looking into the dark woods--he was looking out into the moonlit water."

    "Of course, sorry. So tell me again why I shouldn't blow Glenn in for shooting holes in my Kayak. For banging my head and half-drowning me?"

    "Because. I am asking you not to. I'm hoping that'll be enough, if I fix the kayak. Will you let me move you to another Park? It's only ten miles north and there's a really good colony of arctic and roseate terns nearby. And I will assist you by making arrangements to give you a private tour of the colonies on Little Hog Island. They are totally undisturbed."

    "What about Glenn?"

    "Let me worry about Glenn. I know his schedule. Deal?" Buck held out his hand.

    "Deal," Dana said, and they shook on it.

    Buck hummed quietly to himself as he broke camp, rolled up her sleeping bag, took down and folded the tent and stowed the cook kits in their sacks. He moved around the camp like a well-oiled machine, like a man accustomed to lots of work. It would have taken Dana forty-five minutes to do what he did in only a few minutes.

    She saw him give her BMW motorcycle an appreciative look. She saw a strange smile play across his lips.

    He packed the BMW quickly and efficiently. He left room for himself by shouldering her gigantic pack. "I can't take you with me," she said, "I don't have a spare helmet with me."

    "That's okay; the cops are all at the donut shop right now. I trust you. We can make it there before they get off break."


    1)This "story" is part 12 of a serial novel hopeful.
    2)Part i is here: i,
    3)Part 11 is here: section 11
    4)Links to all the current and upcoming parts are or will be here: links
    5)The image is a collage on photoshop, which looks blue in the original and purple here, for some reason--I have no idea why--it is not how I created it. :-(
    The sailboat is a toy in this one--hope you can see it OK.
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