with the area, Claire had driven over to the lake several times and hiked up the steep banks of the levee. It was only forty feet high,but it towered above the flat landscape, allowing for an unbroken panoramic view.
Over a hundred miles of embankment circled Okeechobee, making it the second-largest freshwater lake in the United States. Only Lake Michigan was bigger.
The Hoover Dike had been built to prevent another flood like the one after the â28 hurricane, which had drowned thousands of people in that farming region, but over the decades that dikeâs unintended consequence was to fuel the explosive growth of Miami and the rest of South Florida. These days seven million souls relied on that reservoir for their drinking water.
âWhat I was getting at,â Earl said, âis that over the years a lot of good came from those campfires. Things that had nothing to do with profit or power. Positive things that wouldnât have happened otherwise. It pains me to see that go.â
âYou think thereâs a risk of that?â
He looked out into the murky night, his silver mane glowing in the lantern light, his brown eyes weary and evasive.
He swallowed, braced a shoulder against the doorway.
âBrowningâs had six years to find his way,â Earl said. âIâve tried to steer him the best I could, but I think we can see where he wants to take the ranch. The kind of men heâs surrounded himself with, and where thatâs likely to lead.â
âIs this about that rapper and his girlfriend last month? Because that wasnât Browningâs fault. The guy just showed up out of nowhere. I agreed to take him on a hunt. So blame me.â
âNo, Claire. Youâre missing my point. It goes much deeper than that.â
âWell, whatâre you saying?â
âIâve made a difficult decision, Claire. Coquina Ranch is about to change. Itâll be a radical new direction. Thereâll be those who wonât like these changes, but that canât be helped. Iâll leave it to your husband to explain the details, but I wanted to tell you face-to-face why Idid it. Because as I see it, my duty is not simply to you and Browning and the children youâll have someday. I have an obligation to my father, and the generations of Hammonds who have been faithful stewards of this land, working hard to preserve its traditions and natural beauty. I canât let all that just disappear. Iâve tried to do what I thought best for all of us and for the land we love. One day, I hope youâll come to agree.â
âWhat kind of change, Earl? Whatâs going on?â
He closed his eyes for several moments. When he opened them again, he drew a long breath as if he were hitching an enormous burden back onto his shoulders.
âIâve said enough. Browning will have to explain the rest.â
She moved closer to him, opening her arms to embrace this man who was more father to her than her natural one, to give him what consolation she could provide. But she was a second late, for Earl Hammond missed the gesture and stepped away into the shadows of the corral, heading back toward the faint light of the lodge.
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ON THE SKINNING TABLE, THE wildebeest was spread-eagled on its belly. Blood drizzled into the stainless-steel gutters and drained into the spouts that disappeared into the concrete floor. Claire Hammond worked with quick, efficient strokes, slicing first at the middle of the rib cage an inch before the front legs and continuing up and across the shoulders.
When sheâd finished that radial cut, she cleaned the blade on her towel and moved around the table to make another incision above the animalâs knees, then sawed the blade around the tough hide until she met the first cut. She wiped the blade again, then slid the tip into the back of the leg and carved downward to intersect with the incision above the knee.
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