“I can’t believe you did that, Tucker!” Andy screamed, his ears still stopped up from the explosion. “We are so dead.”
“What?” Andy screamed back and cupped his ear as Tucker repeated what he’d said. “Nah, it’ll be fine. Niles is out of town today and Barry’s too lazy to care about a little ole explosion.”
Tucker shook his head at the other man and said, “The sheriff may be out of town, but even Barry might get curious when people start telling him about the fish falling from the sky down at Ponders Lake.”
Andy looked across the water at the people on the beach who had been staring at them for the last ten minutes while they gathered all the fish into the boat. He squinted to see better and then shook his head. “That’s the Crowder family over yonder on the beach, Tucker,” he said.
Tucker shaded his eyes and looked closer. “Are you sure?” he asked.
“Positive,” Andy replied and smiled.
Tucker blew out the breath he’d been holding and finished icing the fish down. He knew they didn’t have anything to worry about since it was the Crowder’s who had witnessed Andy’s stupid stunt. It didn’t matter if they did go around town talking about fish falling from the sky. Nobody had believed anything the Crowder’s said since the UFO incident of ’95.