She might even be drunk enough to pee in one of the nasty outhouses. She chugged her beer and set the can between the ribs running along the bottom of the canoe. Grabbing another from the cooler, she shifted her weight, rocking the boat. Empty cans rolled and clattered. Water splashed over the gunnel. Tilly sat across from Maggie reading a paperback. She set her book down and tilted her oversized sun hat until it cast a shadow over her pale legs. “I think you’ve had enough.” Maggie cracked the can open and took a sip. “I’m just getting started.” She glanced over her shoulder at the bow of the canoe where she’d stowed her gun. The .38 snub-nosed revolver made for a lightweight and easily concealable weapon, or at least that was what her older brother had said the day he taught her how to use it. She braced her palms and leaned backward, stretching her body, hoping her emerald bikini hid little from the last of the day’s sunshine. Tilly lifted her chin, gesturing toward the embankment.
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