Part 47 (1/2)

-l ducks and geese. And the creek through Westerly's has a nice

natural pond over in the north corner, another attraction for

waterfowl and who knows what other kind of possibly

endangered species. You know, the humpbacked three-toed

frog or something like that.”

”That's right.” Clyde nodded with interest. ”We used to

hunt ducks back there as kids.”

”Yes,” said Scott, rubbing his hands together. ”I happen

to think we might have some hot wetland issues going here.”

Clyde cleared his throat. ”As you all know, I cannot abide

to see government bureaucrats interfering with anybody's

private property rights. But in this case, I just might have to

Lmake an exception.”

78Melody Carlson

Abigail nodded. ”I know just how you feel, Clyde. My

husband, G.o.d rest his soul, used to go on and on about gov-

ernment sticking its big old nose into every area of our per-

sonal lives. But when I think about what those development

boys are up to, all I can say is: sic 'em, Uncle Sam!”

Maggie laughed, then sobered a little and said, ”I just

hope we're not becoming a bunch of mean-spirited vigilantes

because of all this. It's not like I want to seek revenge or any-

thing like that...” -

”Not revenge,” said Clyde. ”Justice.”

”Yeah,” agreed Scott, his tone becoming serious. ”And

don't forget we're doing this in honor of the memory of Mr.