Dancing Tides (25 page)

B
ut the
m
a
n j
er
k
e
d his
a
r
m
aw
a
y
.
“
L
e
a
ve
m
e
the
h
e
ll
a
lon
e
,”
he
g
r
o
a
n
e
d
a
n
d imm
e
di
a
t
e
l
y
b
e
g
a
n t
r
y
i
n
g
to
re
mo
v
e
the
w
r
a
p.

F
or
the
f
i
r
st time
sin
c
e
pulling
him out of
the
wa
t
er
,
r
e
a
li
z
a
tion d
aw
n
e
d on
Ke
e
g
a
n.
T
h
e m
a
n h
a
d obvious
l
y
done
this on pu
r
pos
e
.
H
e
h
a
d
n
’
t
g
one
s
w
imming
a
t
a
ll,
the
c
u
r
r
e
nt h
a
dn
’
t
ca
us
e
d him to
fa
lt
e
r
but
r
a
th
e
r
he
h
a
d t
r
i
e
d to
e
nd
his li
f
e
b
y
d
r
o
w
nin
g
.

Som
e
thing
a
bout th
a
t piss
e
d h
e
r
o
f
f
.

W
ith the
d
r
op in
a
d
re
n
a
lin
e
, she
b
e
g
a
n to shiv
e
r
in the
c
old.

B
r
i
a
n
D
r
is
c
oll,
De
a
c
on
’
s
p
ar
tn
er
, d
r
a
p
e
d
a
bl
a
nk
e
t
ar
ound h
e
r
shoul
d
er
s.
“
G
ood job,
Ke
e
g
a
n, looks like
h
e
’
ll be
f
in
e
, do
e
s
n
’
t s
ee
m to
a
pp
rec
i
a
te
t
h
a
t
fac
t tho
u
g
h
.”

She
pu
ffe
d out
a
n
a
n
g
r
y
b
rea
th. So B
r
i
a
n h
a
d
g
ot
t
e
n the
g
ist of
the
m
a
n
’
s
minds
e
t
a
s
we
ll.
I
t
w
a
s th
e
n she
spott
e
d
E
th
a
n Co
d
y
r
unni
n
g
do
w
n
the
b
eac
h
w
ith his
w
i
fe
,
H
a
y
d
e
n, in to
w
.
E
th
a
n look
e
d d
e
t
er
min
e
d
a
nd
f
u
r
ious
a
nd
H
a
y
d
e
n
h
a
d t
r
ouble
k
ee
pi
n
g
up
w
ith his st
r
id
e
.

E
y
e
i
n
g
E
t
h
a
n, the
m
a
n
o
n the
g
r
o
und did his b
e
st to sit up
a
g
a
in, kno
c
ki
n
g
Deac
o
n
’
s h
a
nd
aw
a
y
w
h
e
n he
o
ff
er
e
d it in
a
ssist
a
n
ce.

“
W
h
a
t the
h
e
ll h
a
pp
e
n
e
d
?
”
E
th
a
n b
ar
k
e
d.

“
W
h
a
t do
e
s it look lik
e
?
”
Co
r
d
c
hok
e
d out.
“
I
h
a
d
too mu
c
h to d
r
ink.
I
w
e
nt
f
or
a
s
w
im
a
nd
e
nd
e
d up
g
oi
n
g
out a
little
too
far
.
T
h
a
t
’
s it.”

Ke
e
g
a
n p
u
r
s
e
d h
e
r
lips to
g
e
t
h
e
r
t
r
y
i
n
g
to d
ec
i
d
e
w
h
a
t to s
a
y
. Should she
r
a
t the
g
u
y
out?
W
h
a
t if
n
e
x
t
t
ime
no one
wa
s
ar
ound to s
a
v
e
his
a
s
s
?
W
h
a
t if
n
e
x
t time
he
t
ook som
e
one
w
ith hi
m
?
She
didn
’
t n
ee
d thi
s
, didn
’
t n
ee
d the
a
gg
ra
v
a
t
ion. She
h
a
d
w
o
r
k still to do, a
s
e
a
lion pup to
f
ind.
I
f
the
m
a
n didn
’
t
w
a
nt to liv
e
—
w
h
a
t the
h
e
ll did she
ca
r
e?

She
wa
t
c
h
e
d
a
s
D
e
ac
on
a
nd
B
r
i
a
n st
a
r
t
e
d p
a
c
king up th
e
ir
e
quipm
e
nt.
Ne
i
t
h
e
r
m
a
n s
a
id a
w
o
r
d.
B
ut
a
ll of
a
sudd
e
n
Ke
e
g
a
n
c
ouldn
’
t l
e
t this
g
o.
“
B
ullshit,”
K
ee
g
a
n mutt
e
re
d, st
ar
i
n
g
st
ra
i
g
ht i
n
to Co
r
d
’
s
g
old
-
f
l
ec
k
e
d b
r
o
w
n
e
y
e
s.
“
I
wa
t
c
h
e
d
y
ou
f
r
om the
b
o
a
t.
I
wa
t
c
h
e
d
a
s
y
ou
w
a
lk
e
d out into the
tid
e
.
A
t
f
i
r
st th
a
t
’
s
w
h
a
t
I thou
g
ht
y
ou
w
e
r
e
doi
n
g
,
th
a
t
y
ou
w
er
e
just in the
mood
f
or
a
s
w
im d
e
spite
the
fac
t
y
ou look
e
d out of
it.
B
ut
y
ou didn
’
t
e
v
e
n t
r
y
to s
w
im, not on
ce
.
A
nd
w
h
y
do
n
’
t
y
ou
g
o
a
h
ea
d
a
nd t
e
ll
E
th
a
n
a
bout th
a
t
g
un
y
ou
’
r
e
ca
rr
y
i
n
g
in
y
our
p
o
c
k
e
t.”