"That don't matter," Sam said. He nudged George with the flat of the machete, but it was fairly apparent the man would not be going anywhere under his own power for some time.
Sam jerked George upright and sat him against the mango tree. He pulled his belt free from his pants and, pulling George's hands back, tied his belt around George's wrists, trapping him.
"You'll be waitin' here for me to return, George Kirk."
Sam sheathed the machete and began his march back to the beach.
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Date: 2009-09-19 05:11 am (UTC)Sam jerked George upright and sat him against the mango tree. He pulled his belt free from his pants and, pulling George's hands back, tied his belt around George's wrists, trapping him.
"You'll be waitin' here for me to return, George Kirk."
Sam sheathed the machete and began his march back to the beach.