Chapter 3: Curses and Late-Night SwimsJoshua stumbled as he dragged the canoe up onto the riverbank. It was one of Taylor’s which meant there probably was a tourist in the woods somewhere. It wouldn’t be the first time someone had failed to pull the canoe out of the river before stopping to stretch their legs.
Josh had left his phone in the car, so he couldn’t call Taylor and ask to whom he’d rented the canoe. Taylor’s place was quite a bit from here, so chances were they’d lost it upstream and already had informed him.
For a second, he played with the idea of ignoring it. He didn’t want to spend his Friday evening trekking up the river. Especially considering it would be dark soon and he hadn’t managed more than a couple of casts. Growling, he disassembled the fly rod.
Someone could be
