It had been some time before Bush had been able to even contemplate settling down for bed ( Read more... )

Bush didn't put much stock in the romantic, as a rule. He certainly didn't think much of the flowery things said about it. But something in the air changed when Archie Kennedy was around. Perhaps it was just Archie himself, his good cheer has infectious as it had ever been, long before the damned island complicated matters. Perhaps it was something ( Read more... )

Tropical birds made quite the ruckus under normal circumstances, and for whatever reason they were even louder Saturday morning. Bush was usually an early riser, but the beasts of the forest had obviously seen fit to wake him even earlier than usual, and he sighed and grumbled as they pushed him from sleep. In a little while he would get up ( Read more... )

Dated for Friday, November 24Bush still wasn’t entirely sure how he had been talked into this ( Read more... )

Though the thundering has lessened and the sheets of rain had slowed, it was still pouring steadily outside with no particular sign of stopping. And though the rain was a welcome relief from the oppressive heat of the island, it did reach a point of dullness and dampness after a time ( Read more... )