All Silent on the Flint

“I’m getting the hell out this water right now. You want to take her out the river, you get her your damned self.”

Bobby grabbed the edge of the boat and pulled himself in. “What in the hell just happened?”

“Don’t really know, Bobby. Maybe it was gas buildup. I read somewhere that corpses build up gases that erupt. Maybe that’s what happened with our floater.”

Bobby shook his head. “I’ve never been that afraid in my life. She had me goin.”

Jones grabbed a rope and started bringing in the anchor. “Well, we know her general location. Wouldn’t hurt to come back a little later today.”

“Damn right,” Bobby said. “Want to get a biscuit?”





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