Chapter Thirty-One
Gemma
“Yes!” Cat declared as she came running out of the ocean water dragging a net behind her.
I stood on the sand, damp from the rhythmic roll of the waves breaking onto the shoreline by the river that flowed in from the ocean. Dipnetting was an activity I’d never witnessed and a sight to behold.
Cat swiped her braid off her shoulder as she grinned up at me while she untangled the salmon from the gillnet. With quick, efficient moves, she clubbed the fish and only moments later gutted it. Gulls were calling raucously in the air above us. One swooped down to pick up the fish waste.
I’d met Nora in town early this morning to go with her and Cat to the mouth of the Kenai River, north of Diamond Creek. The shoreline was getting more crowded by the minute with new peopl
