But for all those reasons, it had been abandoned, probably forgotten, and that worked in their favor.
“Who knows it’s here?” he asked.
“No one. Dad brought it here to ride out Katrina, then decided to stay. He lived here till he got sick and went downhill fast. I moved him into a hospice house. He was there less than a week when he died.”
“How long ago was this?”
“Only a few months before Eddie’s accident. Which made Eddie’s dying all the more difficult for me.” She smiled ruefully. “But I was glad Dad didn’t live to see me widowed. That would have been very upsetting to him.”
“Your mother?”
“Died years before that. That’s when Dad sold the house, moved onto the boat.”
“Does your father-in-law know it’s here?”
She shook her head. “Stan didn’t exactly approve of my dad’s way of life, which was rather… bohemian. Stan discouraged visits with him. He especially didn’t like Emily being exposed to him.”
“Exposed? Bohemianism is contagious?”
“Stan seemed to think so.”
“You know,” he said, “the more I hear about this father-in-law of yours, the less I like him.”
“He’s probably thinking the same of you.”
“I won’t lose sleep over it.”
“I’m sure you won’t.” She pushed back her hair and, after a moment of staring at the boat, said, “Stan means well.”
“Does he?”
That touched a sore spot. She came around to him quickly. “What business is it of yours?”
“Right now, it’s my business to know if he’ll look for us on this damn heap.”
“No.”
“Thank you.”
He opened his door and got out. A snake slithered past his boot. He swore under his breath. He wasn’t especially afraid of snakes, but he’d just as soon avoid them.
He opened the door to the backseat and reached in for Emily, who’d already unbuckled her seat belt and was holding her arms up to him. He lifted her out, then carried her around to the other side and passed her to Honor.
“Don’t set her down. I saw a…” He stopped himself, then spelled out the word.
Honor’s eyes went wide with fear as she inspected the ground. “A water moccasin?”
“I didn’t ask.”
He slipped the pistol from his waistband, but palmed it quickly when Emily turned to him. “Coburn?”
“What?”
“Are we still on a ’venture?”
“I guess you could call it that.”
“Mommy said.”