Dancing Tides (79 page)

R
e
stl
e
ss
a
nd
e
dg
y
,
a
s so
o
n
a
s the
c
r
e
dits
r
oll
e
d, she
popp
e
d up
a
nd
s
a
id to the
do
g
,
“H
ow
a
bout
w
e
t
a
ke
a
wa
lk
?
”

A
t the
w
o
r
d
“
w
a
lk”
G
ui
n
n
e
ss bound
e
d up,
r
e
a
d
y
t
o
r
oll. She
hook
e
d his l
e
a
sh to his
c
oll
a
r
a
nd
g
r
a
bb
e
d the
m
ac
kin
aw
.
T
h
e
y
slipp
e
d
o
ut the
fr
ont doo
r
, the
d
o
g
w
ith
a
ll the
e
n
e
r
g
y
of a
pup
p
y
.

O
utside
the
a
ir
wa
s
cr
isp
a
nd thi
c
k
w
ith lo
w-
h
a
n
g
i
n
g
,
f
o
g
g
y
w
isps
c
oming
i
n o
f
f
the
wa
t
er
.
E
v
e
n
fr
om this dist
a
n
c
e
she
c
ould h
e
a
r
M
c
C
rea
d
y
’
s b
e
g
inni
n
g
to
r
o
c
k
w
ith the
live
b
a
nd kno
w
n lo
ca
l
l
y
a
s
B
l
u
e
Ski
e
s. Ri
c
k
y
O
d
e
n, its l
ea
d
sin
g
e
r
a
nd
f
oun
d
er
,
wa
s
a
lo
ca
l
l
y
g
r
o
w
n b
o
y
w
ith
Na
tive
A
m
er
i
c
a
n
r
o
ots
w
ho h
a
d
ac
hi
e
v
e
d a
modi
c
um
a
mount of
su
c
c
e
ss
w
ith his musi
c.

T
he
to
w
n lov
e
d
a
nd sup
p
o
r
t
e
d Ri
c
k
y
a
nd the
f
o
u
r
oth
e
r
musi
c
i
a
ns who m
a
d
e
up
B
lue Ski
e
s.
T
he
b
a
nd
a
l
w
a
y
s
m
a
de
a
point to pl
a
y
M
c
C
rea
d
y
’
s on a
S
a
t
u
r
d
a
y
n
i
g
ht
a
nd n
e
v
e
r
took the st
a
g
e
a
n
y
e
ar
li
e
r
th
a
n
t
e
n
o
’c
lo
c
k.
T
h
e
y
p
l
a
y
e
d u
n
til
c
losing
or
ra
th
e
r
until the
noise
o
r
din
a
n
c
e ki
c
k
e
d in
a
t midni
g
ht.

Ke
e
g
a
n shook
h
e
r
h
e
a
d.
A
p
er
son
c
ould s
e
t th
e
ir
c
lo
c
k
b
y
B
lue
Ski
e
s. She
a
nd
G
uinn
e
ss
cr
os
s
e
d the
c
ompound
a
nd slipp
e
d out the
b
ac
k
g
a
t
e
, d
o
w
n a
wa
ll
e
d
are
a
t
h
a
t l
e
d to the
b
e
a
c
h.
A
s soon
a
s his p
aw
s hit the
s
a
nd,
G
uinn
e
ss st
ar
t
e
d
b
ar
kin
g
.

Ke
e
g
a
n tu
r
n
e
d to s
e
e
a
l
o
ne
f
i
g
u
r
e
of
a
m
a
n sitting on the
r
o
c
ks to h
e
r
r
i
g
ht
a
bout t
we
n
t
y
y
ar
ds
fr
om the
pi
e
r
.

U
nlike
the
ni
g
ht b
e
f
o
re
,
t
his time
he
h
a
d his long h
a
ir
ti
e
d b
ac
k
a
nd s
ec
u
r
e
d
w
ith a l
ea
th
e
r binding
in a
stum
p
y
po
n
y
t
a
il.

“
Pl
ea
se
do not t
e
ll me
y
o
u
’r
e
pl
a
nni
n
g
a
not
h
e
r
j
u
mp into the
o
cea
n,”
K
e
e
g
a
n
re
m
a
r
k
e
d.
“
I
’
m
r
e
a
l
l
y
in no mood
t
o dive
in
a
nd g
e
t so
a
ki
n
g
we
t
a
g
a
in.”

Co
r
d
’
s h
ea
d
w
hipp
e
d up
a
nd she
s
a
w
a
f
l
a
sh of
t
e
e
th.
T
he
m
a
n
r
e
a
l
l
y
did h
a
ve
a h
a
ndsome
f
a
c
e
w
h
e
n he
s
mil
ed