| Message | Benny was waiting for him, sitting in the truck, when Howell got back to the cabin. The two of them stripped the tarp off the boat and wheeled it from under the house into the water on its trolley. Benny rolled the heavy outboard down to the lake’s edge on a hand cart, set a gas can down next to it, then pulled off his shoes and pants. “Reckon we’ll get our feet wet doing this right,” he said.Finally, he broke out of the trees at a point where he had estimated the boat would be. Neither the boat nor Scotty was there. It must be further up toward the town, he thought, and anyway, he didn’t want to go back toward Sutherland’s. He could hear Alfred calling the dog again.“The thing is, you’re not the only person who wants those letters.” |