Dancing Tides (247 page)

A
nd th
e
n th
er
e
wa
s Co
r
d
in h
e
r
line
of
vision
rac
i
ng
a
lo
n
g
the
e
d
g
e
h
ea
di
n
g
st
ra
i
g
ht
f
o
r Rob
b
y
M
ac
k.

She
cr
i
e
d out in
war
ni
n
g
,
but she
wa
s too
fa
r
aw
a
y
f
or
a
n
y
one
to
h
ea
r
h
e
r
s
h
outs.

O
n the
blu
ff
, the
t
w
o m
e
n
e
y
e
d
e
ac
h oth
e
r
b
ef
o
r
e
Co
r
d
we
nt ov
e
r
a
nd d
r
a
g
g
e
d Rob
b
y M
ac
k up
b
y
his shi
r
t.
“
Y
ou
f
u
c
ki
n
g
b
a
st
ar
d
.
”

Co
r
d th
re
w
a
f
ist into his
face
,
a
nd th
e
n pumm
e
l
e
d
him
a
g
a
in
a
nd
a
g
a
in. Rob
b
y
f
in
a
l
l
y
we
nt do
w
n
w
ith a
bloo
d
y
nose
a
nd t
w
o b
a
sh
e
d
e
y
e
s.

B
ut
w
h
e
n the
m
a
n
r
oll
e
d
ov
e
r
n
e
a
r
the
e
d
ge
of
the
bould
er
, he
c
a
me
up poi
n
ting
the
little S
a
tu
r
d
a
y
ni
g
ht sp
e
c
i
a
l
a
t
Co
r
d
’
s
c
h
e
st
w
ith a
sh
a
k
y
h
a
nd.
“
I
w
a
nt
e
d
a
noth
e
r
c
h
a
n
c
e
a
t
y
ou,
a
nd lo
a
nd b
e
hold, h
e
r
e
y
ou
are
.
Y
ou think th
a
t
f
u
c
king
bit
c
h
w
a
s so s
a
int
l
y
,
d
on
’
t
y
ou?
T
h
a
t b
a
b
y
wa
s min
e
.”

“Yea
h,
I
kno
w
.”

“Y
ou m
a
de
h
e
r
mis
ca
r
r
y
w
ith
m
y
kid, didn
’
t
y
ou
?
”

“U
nlike
y
ou, St
e
v
e
ns,
I
d
on
’
t hit
w
om
e
n.”

A
c
unning
g
lint mov
e
d
i
nto Rob
b
y
’
s
e
y
e
s.
“E
v
er
y
time
y
ou d
e
pl
o
y
e
d to
I
r
a
q, C
a
ssie
ca
me
b
a
c
k to
m
y
b
e
d,
c
o
z
i
e
d up to me
just like
a
l
w
a
y
s.
I
t
r
i
e
d to t
a
lk h
e
r
o
ut of
m
ar
r
y
i
n
g
y
ou, but the
bit
c
h just
w
ould
n
ot list
e
n.”

“
I
f
i
g
u
re
d t
h
a
t out, too,
af
t
e
r
the
f
ac
t.
I
don
’
t
g
ive
a
shit
a
n
y
mo
r
e
.”

Rob
b
y
th
re
w
b
ac
k his h
e
a
d
a
nd hoot
e
d
w
ith a
h
o
mi
c
id
a
l l
a
u
g
h.
“
I
d
e
c
id
e
d
she
n
ee
d
e
d to p
a
y
f
or
d
e
f
y
i
n
g m
e
—in a
big
w
a
y
—the
bonus
r
ound
wa
s
I
’
d
m
a
ke
y
ou
p
a
y
, too.
B
ut
y
ou liv
e
d.”

A
cer
t
a
in
p
ar
t of
Co
r
d
’
s
p
a
st di
e
d
r
i
g
ht th
e
n
a
nd
t
h
ere
.
H
e’
d kno
w
n it, but
h
ear
i
n
g
Rob
b
y
c
o
rr
obo
r
a
te
d
e
t
a
ils, the
h
umili
a
tion of
it
a
ll d
ra
in
e
d
aw
a
y
,
f
in
a
l
l
y
putting a
ca
p on th
a
t
c
h
a
pt
e
r
of his li
f
e
on
c
e
a
nd
f
o
r
a
ll.

“
W
h
ere’
s
K
e
e
g
a
n
?
”

“T
h
a
t
f
u
c
ki
n
g
bit
c
h,
I
t
o
o
k
car
e
o
f
h
e
r
t
h
e
s
a
me
wa
y I
took
c
a
r
e
of
C
a
ssi
e
.”