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Brian's Hunt
Brain paused. Something made him reach out and take a broadhead out of the quiver and lay it across the bow, even though the moment without paddling cost him his forward motion. He thought, This is silly, I'm being a worrywart, but positioned the bow close to him just the same.
Then dug with the paddle again, pulling hard for the island, the dog whimpering and growling.
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