“Oh!” In her stream-of-consciousness outburst, she had almost forgotten. She began to reel in her line, and immediately felt the heavy drag of something on the other end. Something big. “Father? Can you get the net? It’s in the trunk.” Suddenly, the line grew taut, the surge of power almost jerking it out of her sweaty grasp. She tightened her grip, and her eyes widened as she saw a thrashing ripple break the surface of the pond. Whoa. Maybe we need a harpoon, instead.
Fingers shaking, she started to reel the line in. But the pull on the other end was heavy, the fish fighting her for every inch, and the end of her rod dipped toward the water.
“Don’t fight it,” a calm voice said in her ear. Justin stood beside her, holding the net on one hand. “You’re stronger than he is. Let him tire him
