He lingered while people congratulated the gator girl. Independence Day was approaching. Xxnx Independence Day was approaching. After a moment or two the beast stabilized, and she slipped her hands around the closed snout and held tight. Luther guessed they had to be going thirty or thirty-five miles per hour, and Sadie only slowed down when she had to make a turn, and would skillfully maneuver the boat into another narrow, grass-lined waterway. “It’s going to be a gorgeous sunset,” Sadie said. But, damn if they didn’t end up paying her quite a bit of dough. They passed a rise where a pack of wild hogs were scavenging, and a couple of them stopped and stared at them as they passed by. When the group had dispersed, he approached her. A few minutes later a log cabin came into view, and as the boat puttered up
