He’d heard laughing and what for all the world sounded like water splashing. Now he was investigating with two children in tow, and when he crested the rise of a scrub-covered berm to find Will and Sheila frolicking in a largish water hole, he was quite frankly annoyed.
“Ank! Ank, buddy, can you believe it? A water trap!” He splashed Sheila back playfully. “It was just sitting here all along. We were both camped right next to it.”
Ank looked at their clothes, which they’d laid out across several scraggly bushes.
Williams just looked at him, suddenly sobered. “What’s gotten into you? You sleep on the wrong side of your shell? It’s fresh water. And cold!” He looked at Sheila. “Let’s get out of here and let the kids come in one at a time.”
She looked back at him, clearly smitten.
Willi
