Authors: Charles Henderson
"You look good," Steve said as he and Carlos sat rocking and bobbing in the red and silver hunting boat they named "Shark Buster."
"I feel good," Carlos said, tilting his eyes upward.
"I told you. I would either kill you or make you well," McCarver said.
"I am getting better," Hathcock said as he sat in the rocking and bobbing craft, his bush hat tilted back, and a soft breeze rustling the white feather tucked in his hatband. As he gazed at the sea-filled horizon, listening for the line to spool off the reel and sing to him, a broad smite beamed across his suntanned face. He felt alive again. Again in the arena.
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