Nick stood on the log, holding his rod, the landing net hanging heavy,
Then stepped into the water and splashed ashore.
He climbed the bank and cut up into the woods, towards the high ground.
He was going back to camp.
He looked back.
The river just showed through the trees.
There were plenty of days coming when he could fish the swamp.
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