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ing back to camp。
Augustine took Bonnie to the creek。 He cleared a dry patch of bank and they sat down。 She saw that he'd brought a paperback book from the ambulance。
〃Oh； you're going to read me sonnets！〃 She clasped both hands to her breasts； pretending to swoon。
〃Don't be a smartass；〃 Augustine said； mussing her hair。 〃Remember the first time your husband called after the kidnapping…the message he left on the answering machine？〃
Bonnie no longer regarded it as that…a kidnapping… but she supposed it was。 Technically。
Augustine said； 〃The governor had him read something over the phone。 Well； I found it。〃 He pointed to the title on the spine of the book。 Tropic of Cancer； by Henry Miller。
〃Listen；〃 said Augustine： 〃 'Once I thought that to be human was the highest aim a man could have； but I see now that it was meant to destroy me。 Today I am proud to say that I am inhuman； that I belong not to men and governments； that I have nothing to do with creeds and principles。 I have nothing to do with the creaking machinery of humanity…I belong to the earth！ I say that lying on my pillow and I can feel the horns sprouting from my temples。' 〃
He handed the novel to Bonnie。 She saw that Skink had underlined the passage in red ink。
〃It's him； all right。〃
〃Or me；〃 said Augustine。 〃On a given day。〃
The sky was turning purple and contused。 Overhead a string of turkey buzzards coasted on the freshening breeze。 In the distance there was a broken tumble of thunder。 Augustine asked Bonnie what happened with Max。
〃He's going back alone；〃 she said。 〃You know； it's crossed my mind that I'm cracking up。〃 She took out her wedding ring。 Augustine figured she was going to either slip it on her finger or toss it in the creek。
〃Don't；〃 he said； covering both possibilities。
〃I'll send it back to him。 I don't know how else to handle it。〃 Her voice was thin and sad。 Hurriedly she put the ring away。
Augustine asked； 〃Whatdo；you want to do？〃
〃Be with you for a while。 Is that OK？〃
〃Perfect。〃
Brightening； Bonnie said； 〃What about you； Mister Live…for…Today ？〃
〃You'll be pleased to know I've got a plan。〃
〃That's hard to believe。〃
〃Really；〃 he said。 〃I'm going to sell Uncle Felix's farm； or what's left of it。 And my house； too。 Then I intend to find someplace just like this and start again。 Someplace on the far edge of things。 Still interested？〃
〃I don't know。 Will there be cable？〃
〃No way。〃
〃Rattlesnakes？〃
〃Possibly。〃
〃Boy。 The edge of the edge。〃 Bonnie pretended to be mulling。
He said； 〃Ever heard of the Ten Thousand Islands？〃
〃Somebody counted them all？〃
〃No； dear。 That would take a lifetime。〃
〃Is that your plan？〃 she asked。
Augustine was familiar with the partner…choosing dilemma。 She was deciding whether she wanted an anchor or a sail。 He said； 〃There's a town called Chokoloskee。 You might hate it。〃
〃Baloney。 Stay right here。〃 Bonnie hopped to her feet。
〃Now where are you going？〃
〃Back to camp for some poetry。〃
〃Sit down。 I'm not finished。〃
She spanked his arm away。 〃You read to me。 Now I…m going to read to you。〃
What Bonnie had in mind； dashing up the trail； was Whitman。 Somewhere in the rusted ambulance was a hardbound volume of 〃Song of Myself；〃 a poem she'd loved since high school。 One line in particular… 〃In vain the mastodon retreats from its own powder'd bones〃 …reminded her of Skink。
As she entered the campsite； she spotted him motionless on the ground。 Snapper craned over him； making throaty snarls。 He was ing down from a sulfurous rage。 In one hand was a piece of burnt wood that Bonnie recognized as the governor's hiking torch。
She stood rigid； her fists balled at her sides。 Snapper wore a contorted expression made no less malignant by the red…and…chrome bar clamped to his face。 He was unaware of Bonnie watching from the tree line。 He dropped the torch； snatched up the suitcase and began to run。
Insanely she went after him。
CHAPTER THIRTY…ONE
Snapper had been awakened by a cool drizzle。 The campsite was still。 The one…eyed lunatic was asleep； stretched out in his grubby army duds beneath a tree。 There was no sign of Edie Marsh； or the sharpshooter； or the weird broad who'd doused herself with soda pop in the Jeep。
Slowly Snapper sat up。 His eyes were crusty and his mouth was ash dry。 A clot of black dirt stuck to one eyebrow： For the umpteenth time he tried unsuccessfully to wrench The Club out of his gums。 The pain was hideous； as if the bones of his face were spring…loaded to blow apart。 He was grateful he couldn't see himself； he must've looked like a fucking circus freak。 Bucket…Mouth Man。 Dorks lining up to toss softballs down his gullet。
Jesus H。 Christ； he thought； I gotta clear the cobwebs。
There on the ground was the suitcase full of cash； yawning； where Skink had left it。 The smell pungently reminded Snapper that it hadn't been a nightmare： The asshole had actually pissed on ninety…four thousand perfectly good U。S。 dollars。
Snapper tested his legs； left； right； together。 Next he clenched his hands； flexed his arms。 So far； so good。 The second tranquilizer dart finally had worn off。
He rose to his feet。 Tenuously he took one step toward the cash。 Then another。 The iron bar on his jaws was so cumbersome that he almost lost his balance and toppled forward。 He tried to hold his breath while he latched the suitcase； but the aroma was unavoidable。 Snapper found the water jug and emptied it into his throat。 His spluttering failed to disturb the dozing lunatic。
Snapper spied a handy weapon…a length of gummy wood； one end charred。
The big dork must've heard him ing； because he tried to roll away when Snapper swung。 The blow caught the man in a shoulder instead of the head； but Snapper heard bones crack。 He knew it hurt。
〃Ahhheeegggnnn！〃 he brayed； swinging again and again until the fucker quit rolling and just lay there making a faint hiss； like a tire going flat。
Bonnie had always been scrappy for her size。 In junior high she had chased down a boy who'd lifted her skirt in the school cafeteria。 The boy's name was Eric Schultz。 He was almost six feet tall； foul…mouthed and cocky； a star of the basketball team。 He outweighed Bonnie by eighty pounds。 When he tried to run away； she tackled him； held him down and punched him in the testicles。 Eric Schultz missed the first and second rounds of the basketball playoffs。 Bonnie Brooks was suspended from class for three days。 Her father said it was worth it； he was proud。 Bonnie's mother said she overreacted； because the boy Eric had been held back twice for eighth grade。 Bonnie's mother said he'd probably done what he had to Bonnie because he didn't know any better。 He does now； Bonnie had said。 She agreed with her father： Stupidity was an overworked excuse。
With his bum knee； Snapper was easy to catch。 His speed was further hindered by the unwieldy facial contraption； which snagged in the vines and branches。 He went down in the same basic config