"Sure it does. Y'got puddles full'a tadpoles, an' crawfish," he belched softly, and waved a hand, thinking. "Water dogs, all sorts a things."

Maybe it wasn't a real beach, but after tonight Bill's need to defend Wheelsy was strong.

"You just gotta give it a chance."

The food looked good, although he personally would have preferred roast beef or turkey cold cuts to venison. Cucumbers, though, were one of the veggies he'd eat voluntarily, and he plucked one out and ate that.

"Doc's a good guy. I was glad he decided t'stick around after that night."