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<strong>Hot</strong>, <strong>Hard</strong> & <strong>Howling</strong><br />
“What?” Crey looked at Trent. “Did she really say that?”<br />
Trent’s head lifted slightly. He looked as if he was heavily drugged. “Sounds right.”<br />
He was alive. Nell backed father into the woods. “I’ll be right back.”<br />
The gun in Crey’s hand wildly gestured toward Nell before she lost sight of him by<br />
tucking behind the large cypress again. “Is she serious?” he yelled. “Did she just take a<br />
potty break during a hostage negotiation?”<br />
Nell didn’t hear if Trent responded. She leaned against the tree, her mind racing for<br />
a plan. She’d seen what she’d needed to see. Treat was alive but out of commission.<br />
Crey had a gun. She had a machete. The odds were not in her favor.<br />
Two small alligators moved away from the shore to her left, heading to the water.<br />
Marshmallows…<br />
Nell headed back to the boat, cringing each time she had to take a step. It was pitch<br />
black in the shadows of the cypress trees. Their huge roots stuck up out of the ground<br />
like the humps of sea monsters, slick and wet with the moisture of the swamp. Moss<br />
and bugs coated the branches she used for handholds as she steadied her balance,<br />
making her way to the boat as quietly as possible. Fortunately the creep holding Trent<br />
was too busy harping on and on about women to really notice her movement.<br />
Nell got the bag of marshmallows and went back to the spot where the gators had<br />
slipped into the dark water. She tossed several in what she hoped was their general<br />
direction. One gator must have seen the movement as the treat landed because he went<br />
after it fast, gobbling it up. He opened his mouth and hissed at her as if to beg for more.<br />
She tossed a few on the shore and then one even farther, into the trees. The second<br />
gator raced to get it before the first. They clashed, hissing and knocking each other with<br />
their long snouts.<br />
“Easy boys. I need you.” She gathered the machete, the backpack and her energy.<br />
She only had one shot at this. She led the gators to the edge of the woods with a trail of<br />
marshmallows.<br />
Nell stuffed a handful in her bra. Then she tossed the rest of the white, fluffy gator<br />
crack in the open area between the woods and the door of the hut. They only needed to<br />
get about six feet closer to the door. The gators rushed out of the woods in pursuit of<br />
the treats, hissing and charging toward the hut.<br />
“Fucking bitch. Can the Halfling talk to animals?” He took a step back and aimed<br />
the gun at one of the gators.<br />
Nell closed her eyes and pushed out with every bit of energy she could muster.<br />
Gators went flying. One sailed past Crey, crashing into the wall behind him. The<br />
other smacked directly into his chest.<br />
The gators were hissing in threat, Crey was cussing and Trent was laughing<br />
uncontrollably. Crey had dropped the gun to fend off the flying gator, allowing it to<br />
skitter over by the table.<br />
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