Dancing Tides (248 page)

B
list
er
ing
h
a
te
f
ill
e
d Co
r
d
’
s
e
y
e
s.
“
Y
ou
’
ve
a
l
w
a
y
s
b
ee
n a
m
e
a
n son of
a
bi
t
c
h, St
e
v
e
ns.
Y
ou think
y
ou
’
r
e
so to
u
gh
a
s long
a
s
y
ou sti
c
k to
b
ea
ting
up
w
om
e
n.
I
c
h
e
c
k
e
d on
y
ou, Rob
b
y b
o
y
.
A
s
f
a
r
b
ac
k
a
s
s
e
v
e
n
t
ee
n
y
ou
’
ve
b
ee
n hitting
l
ittle
g
i
r
ls.
Y
ou
e
v
e
n
h
a
ve
a
ra
pe
c
onvi
c
tion in
y
o
ur
p
a
st.
W
h
y
don
’
t
y
o
u th
r
ow
do
w
n th
a
t p
ea
s
h
oot
e
r
a
nd
f
i
g
ht me
like
a
m
a
n?
O
h, th
a
t
’
s
r
i
g
ht,
y
o
u don
’
t
y
ou
h
a
ve
the
guts. Come
on, Rob
b
y
. C
o
me
on, t
a
ke
me
on.
Y
ou
know
y
ou
w
a
nt to.”

St
e
v
e
ns
c
o
c
k
e
d the
h
a
m
m
e
r
b
ack
…

F
r
om b
e
hind Co
r
d,
E
th
a
n
took
a
im
a
nd
f
i
re
d.
T
he
bull
e
t
fr
om his .45 hit R
o
b
b
y
M
a
c
k squ
ar
e
in the
f
o
re
h
e
a
d k
n
o
c
king
him b
a
c
k, one
st
e
p, th
e
n t
w
o.

St
e
v
e
ns lost his
f
ooting
a
nd
fe
ll onto the
r
o
c
ks b
e
l
ow
w
ith a
thud
a
ll the
w
h
ile
the
c
hop
p
y su
r
f
pound
e
d up
a
g
a
inst the
c
li
ff
s in
a
n
a
n
g
r
y
r
h
y
t
hm.

Co
r
d stood ov
e
r
the
e
d
g
e
looking
out in the
di
rec
t
i
on of
the
M
oonlight
M
il
e
.
T
he
mom
e
nt he
spott
e
d
Ke
e
g
a
n in the
little
din
g
h
y
a
live
a
nd
w
e
ll, he
d
r
opp
e
d to one
kn
e
e
.
He
r
ar
ms
wa
v
e
d
w
ild
l
y
in his di
rec
tion
a
s
she
bobb
e
d up
a
nd do
w
n
in the
hi
g
h tide
t
r
y
i
n
g
to m
a
ke
h
e
r
w
a
y
b
a
c
k ov
e
r
to sho
re
—
a
nd to him.

H
e
f
in
a
l
l
y
took the
b
r
e
a
t
h he
didn
’
t know
h
e’
d
b
e
e
n holdin
g
.

W
h
e
n
E
th
a
n
ca
me
up b
e
hind him
a
nd p
eere
d do
w
n
a
t Rob
b
y
’
s bo
d
y
sp
r
ea
d
out on the j
a
gg
e
d bould
er
s b
e
lo
w
,
h
e
l
a
id one
h
a
nd on Co
r
d
’
s should
er
.
“H
e
c
ould h
a
ve
kill
e
d
y
ou
.
”

“
I
thou
g
ht
h
e’
d kill
e
d
K
e
e
g
a
n.”
Co
r
d did his b
e
st
t
o squ
ee
z
e
the
t
e
a
r
s out of
his
e
y
e
s.

“T
he
Chum
a
sh h
a
ve
a
l
e
g
e
nd
a
bout m
e
n like
y
ou.
I
think
y
ou must be
a
wa
rr
ior
w
ho
ref
us
e
s to di
e
.
H
o
w
m
a
n
y
liv
e
s do
y
ou h
a
v
e
,
a
n
y
w
a
y
?
”
E
th
a
n
a
sk
e
d jovi
a
ll
y
.

“
J
ust the
on
e
.
A
nd
I
’
m
g
e
tting
p
re
t
t
y
d
a
m
n
e
d si
c
k
a
nd ti
re
d of
h
a
vi
n
g a
g
u
n shov
e
d in
m
y
face
.
”