Out Of The Depths
"Good morning! What a beautiful day," Trudy Lynn said, stepping out onto the porch of her cabin to greet her elderly hired hand. "Don't you love the Ozarks this time of year?"
"Yes'm." Will took off his sweat-stained baseball cap and held it in front of him. "Morning, Miz Brown. Can't say it's too good, though. Maybe you'd best sit down."
She shaded her eyes and braced for the worst. "What now?" The look on Will's leathery face made her heart sink. "Not more of the same?"
"Fraid so."
"Oh, no."
It wasn't fair. Not after all the sacrifices she'd made to keep this business going. She'd hung on and finally prospered when other campgrounds and canoe rentals around her had closed. This year, she'd even managed to buy a bit of new equipment.
"What did they do this time?" Trudy asked nervously.
"Took out three more of them new red canoes. Looks to me like we'd best put 'em in storage and use the old ones for now. You can't keep buyin' new ones if some-body's gonna go knockin' holes in 'em."
"I know."
Pensive, she stood at the porch railing and gazed fondly at the neat campsites arrayed b ... read full excerpt from: Out of the Depths ebook
