CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
DINI SWUNG THE STICK over her shoulder and flicked her wrist, watching happily as the silver flash of minnow arced through the air on the end of her string and dropped beneath the glistening water.
They’d talked about getting real fishing poles but Dini had resisted. She loved the idea of fishing the way her ancestors might have fished.
The way Godric had fished as a small boy.
She grinned, thinking about him as a small, knobby-kneed tyke, fighting his way through adolescence with the challenge and security of seven brothers to keep him sharp.
Aside from flattened vegetation and fallen trees, the area had recovered nicely from the recent flood. The creek was still slightly swollen, but it had retreated between its banks and the wildlife had resumed normal operations
