All Silent on the Flint

Bobby reappeared moments later, stumbling as he ran.

“Be careful, Bobby. The boat’s real wobbly.”

“I’ve done this before, Sheriff,” Bobby said, placing his right foot onboard. The vessel leaned to the right, and he quickly brought his other foot inside, taking a seat.

Sheriff Jones took them to the center of the river and killed the engine.

“Bobby, I reckon you’d better use the trolling motor until we get past the rocks.”

“Alright, Sheriff. Say, how’s Mary doing?”





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