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“You were goddamn awesome! Did you hear the range officer? He was shitting bricks!” Lola danced around him on the sand like a warrior princess. Starlight and a thin crescent moon traced her path. The Huey, a dark shadow, loomed beside them.
Tim still floated in that place of perfect, mellow flow. He’d heard buzzing in his ears. Remembered the range officer talking about something.
“Perfect score,” Lola shouted up at the vault of the heavens. “I threw all that extra s**t at you to mess with you, and you still nailed it.” She sent up a war whoop and started dancing a one-woman conga around him on the sand. Each head toss, flinging her glorious mane of hair like a banner flying high.
He remembered directing their departure from the range down to the family cabin on Sandy Cove, right ac
