Early the next morning, they were on their way again. Two tour boats passed them as they meandered along and they caught snippets of the guides’ lectures on the history of the canal. Other than those boats, they pretty much had the canal to themselves except for the occasional fishermen.
“Happy?” Brad asked, leaning on the railing next to Derek.
“Supremely so.” He shifted his stance to lean against Brad and was about to say more when a shot rang out.
Instinctively both men dove for cover, lying flat on the small deck. Carefully Derek lifted his head to look over the gunwale below the railings. All he saw were woods on both sides of the canal.
“A hunter, maybe?”
“I’d like to think so, but…” Brad pointed to a small hole in the cabin wall’s exterior. “What hunter shoots at boats?”
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