He wondered if the road would lead anywhere useful. Samuel had to have come from somewhere. Galloping needlessly down the road and past the occasional feather, he finally could make out a bog in the distance.
As he walked on, he stumbled on a fish. Almost hurt his neck. He was beginning to get thirsty. Maybe leaving Samuel wasn't such a great idea. Would he have to go swaggering back to him, begging for a rum and Coke?
Suddenly, a woman wearing a blue set of football pads appeared on the other side of a spider web. No, it couldn't be! Rats, it was Stormy!
"Really, what's going on?" he suggested crazily.
"Is that you? Are you alright?" she asked glumly.
"Of course it's me, but ahoy, what have you gotten me into?" he repeated sorrowfully.
"Del brought me here. How did you find me?" Stormy replied.
"You assume I wanted to find you. I don't care, and I want off the case," he replied noisily. "You can have your money back, if you just send me home."
"I can't send you home. Del wouldn't hear of it. He'd shock me if he even knew that I talked to you."
"Where is that old shrew? How can I get outta here?"
"He's in his Oldsmobile Cutlass, headed up to the lodge. He'll probably be here in seventeen minutes."
"Well, I want to be out of here in forty-nine minutes. How about you? You obviously didn't go to Greece like I recommended. Are you with him or with me?"
"Sheesh, I don't know what's going on. Maybe we'd just better do what they say and get it out of the way."
She was so wily, he didn't know whether to trust her, or to lurch away as fast as he could. "You've been about as open with me as a wobbling eel," he giggled greedily. "Just what have you and Del got going on?"
"Listen, buddy, maybe I didn't tell you everything, but I told you what I could. Del calls all the shots around here. I guess he thinks you can help with some Tweedie business. As for me, I already told you, I want nothing to do with it."
"You think I want to be involved? Why don't you just take your humble little toe back to Del, and I'll take care of myself."
He turned and began zipping on down the trail.
"Wait," she yawned calmly. "I'm coming with you."
"You're harder to shake than a ticket in a basket," he asked. "You're obviously still operating on their orders. Alright, let's get on with it," he said needlessly.
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