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No, said Bud Schwartz,can't say that I have. Danny Pogue said he'd never heard of them, either.

And this condo association-what's she so worried about?

Have you ever heard of the Mothers of Wilderness? asked Molly McNamara.

The other men stood side by side, conversing quietly in Spanish. As Joe Winder watched them more closely, it seemed that the men were doing more serious talking than fishing. They were using Cuban yo-yo rigs, twirling the lines overhead and launching the baits with a loud plop into the water. Once in a while they'd pull in the lines and cast out again, usually without even checking the hooks.

Oh, no, said Danny Pogue.

Danny Pogue angrily pounded the floor with one of his crutches.For someone who don't like to lie, you sure do make a sport of it.

Restlessly Danny Pogue squeezed a pimple on his neck.Is it like a nature club? he said.Do we get T-shirts and stuff?

Bud Schwartz stretched out on the sofa, closed his eyes and smiled in resignation.You're a piece a work, he said to Molly McNamara.I gotta admit.

Oh, you'll enjoy it, said Molly.I've got some pamphlets in my briefcase.

No, said Bud Schwartz,can't say that I have. Danny Pogue said he'd never heard of them, either.

How nice, said Bud Schwartz, his voice cold.

Danny Pogue angrily pounded the floor with one of his crutches.For someone who don't like to lie, you sure do make a sport of it.

Have you ever heard of the Mothers of Wilderness? asked Molly McNamara.

He knew it wouldn't be Dr. Will Koocher; Nina was never wrong about phone voices. Joe Winder had no intention of confronting the impostor, but at least he wanted to get a good look, maybe even a tag number.

The other men stood side by side, conversing quietly in Spanish. As Joe Winder watched them more closely, it seemed that the men were doing more serious talking than fishing. They were using Cuban yo-yo rigs, twirling the lines overhead and launching the baits with a loud plop into the water. Once in a while they'd pull in the lines and cast out again, usually without even checking the hooks.

I'm coming to that, said Molly McNamara.By the way, did I mention that Mr. Kingsbury is offering a reward to anyone who turns in the vole robbers?

Quite an enormous reward, according to the papers.

He knew it wouldn't be Dr. Will Koocher; Nina was never wrong about phone voices. Joe Winder had no intention of confronting the impostor, but at least he wanted to get a good look, maybe even a tag number.

Not much was biting under the bridge. Effortlessly Winder cast the same pink wiggle-jig he'd been using on the bonefish flats. He let it sink into the fringe of the sea grass, then reeled in slowly, bouncing the lure with the tip of his rod. In this fashion he picked up a couple of blue runners and a large spiny pinfish, which he tossed back. The other fishermen were using dead shrimp with similar unexciting results. By eleven most of them had packed up their buckets and rods and gone home, leaving the jetty deserted except for Joe Winder and two other diehards.

The other men stood side by side, conversing quietly in Spanish. As Joe Winder watched them more closely, it seemed that the men were doing more serious talking than fishing. They were using Cuban yo-yo rigs, twirling the lines overhead and launching the baits with a loud plop into the water. Once in a while they'd pull in the lines and cast out again, usually without even checking the hooks.

Have you ever heard of the Mothers of Wilderness? asked Molly McNamara.

Oh, don't worry, Molly said.I wouldn't dream of saying anything to the authorities.

No matter, said Molly, brightening,because as of tonight, you're our newest members. Congratulations, gentlemen

No, said Bud Schwartz,can't say that I have. Danny Pogue said he'd never heard of them, either.

Not much was biting under the bridge. Effortlessly Winder cast the same pink wiggle-jig he'd been using on the bonefish flats. He let it sink into the fringe of the sea grass, then reeled in slowly, bouncing the lure with the tip of his rod. In this fashion he picked up a couple of blue runners and a large spiny pinfish, which he tossed back. The other fishermen were using dead shrimp with similar unexciting results. By eleven most of them had packed up their buckets and rods and gone home, leaving the jetty deserted except for Joe Winder and two other diehards.

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