An hour later, the three pythons were safely bagged and tagged. Brittany sat on the front of the airboat, rinsing the mud off her legs with a water bottle. The turquoise bikini was now more brown than blue.
The problem was the route. The only way in was a two-mile paddle through a series of tight, shallow creeks too narrow for their airboat. And in the brutal, shimmering heat of a Florida July, that meant one thing: she was going in the water. brittany borges guardians of the glades bikini
Brittany had no choice. She lunged.
Crockett’s gruff voice crackled back. “Twenty minutes out. Don’t be a hero.” An hour later, the three pythons were safely
Brittany laughed, wiping a smear of mud from her cheek. “And most folks would have turned around at the first alligator.” She looked back at the dark, silent glades. “We’re not most folks.” The problem was the route