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It warmed my eyelids, my cheeks, too, as I surrendered to its rays and to the kiss of the wind as it lifted my curls and caressed my body gently, like a lover. The sun had been up for only an hour, but it had already taken the night’s damp chill out of the pink, sugar-fine grains. I stood for a moment on the narrow strip of beach, eyes closed, face to the sky, wiggling my toes deeper into the sand.

With a swift, cross-armed motion, I hauled my T-shirt over my head, exposing my body, not exactly as Mother Nature intended – there’d been too many surgeries for that – but in all its post-op, what-you-see-is-what-you-get glory. Barring curious fishermen with binoculars, or a bored passenger on the occasional passing cruise ship, there was no one to see me as I shook off my flip-flops, eased my cut-offs down to my ankles and stepped out of them on to the sand. Our landlords, a pair of crackerjack attorneys from New York City, had bought up the property – a cottage and two outbuildings – as well as the vacant lots on either side to ‘help out’ a client in the wake of an ugly, divorce-spawned foreclosure. On a jagged limestone bank behind me, Windswept Cottage hunkered down in clumps of sea grape and towering palms, their fronds rattling softly in a brisk, offshore breeze. We’d lived on Bonefish Cay for a week before it occurred to me. THEY HANDED ALL SAILS AND SET THE TREO, WHICH IS THE MAINSAIL WITHOUT BONNETS, AND LAY-TO WAITING FOR DAYLIGHT FRIDAY, WHEN THEY ARRIVED AT AN ISLAND OF THE BAHAMAS THAT WAS CALLED IN THE INDIANS’ TONGUE GUANAHANI.Christopher Columbus, Journal of the First Voyage,October 12, 1492 Contact Mimi at: Īnd while you’re there, give a buck for the Barbs!ĪT TWO HOURS AFTER MIDNIGHT APPEARED THE LAND, AT A DISTANCE OF 2 LEAGUES. If you’d like to visit the Preserve, Mimi Rehor will happily be your guide. For the protection of the horses I have left my descriptions purposely vague. The Abaco Wild Horse Preserve and Conservation Area is located on the island of Great Abaco in the area of Treasure Cay, but if you try to follow my directions, you will not find it. Their roles in this book, and the words and deeds attributed to them, are entirely figments of my imagination and should in no way be construed as fact. While these people actually exist, I have written a work of fiction. It would be impossible to set a book anywhere in the tiny out-island chain known collectively as the Abacos without including local personalities like Pattie Toler, Mimi Rehor, Troy Albury and Vernon Malone. In the Bahamas, Cay is pronounced ‘Key,’ never ‘Kay.’ I apologize in advance for any inconvenience this will cause, especially to cruising sailors. I have taken the very great liberty of sandwiching them between Scotland Cay to the north and Man-O-War Cay to the south while pushing Fowl Cay a bit further out into the Atlantic Ocean. The islands of Hawksbill Cay and Bonefish Cay are not on the charts. NOTE: Additional records that apply to Taylor County are also on the Florida Cemetery Records page. USA (1,142,393) > Florida (15,826) > Florida Cemetery Records (4,865) > Taylor County Cemetery Records (35)