Gale Force

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The freighter loomed in the distance, six hundred feet of black steel and burning light, lurching, punch-drunk, in the face of the storm. The ship was the Argyle Shore, a bulk carrier with fifteen thousand net tons of Columbia Basin grain, dead in the water and broadside to the swell, waiting on the knockout punch that would send her to the bottom.

In the wheelhouse of the salvage tug Gale Force, fifty yards away, McKenna Rhodes watched the lights of the freighter and aimed for the bow. She was used to nights like this; she’d grown up on her dad’s boats, spent most of her thirty years on the water. She’d worked summers on barge jobs, all over the Pacific Coast, up the Columbia River, and to the farthest reaches of Alaska. But the salvage business wasn’t much like towing barges. The money came sporadically, when it came at all, and you took risks to earn it—risks like tonight, the Argyle Shore in one hell of a nasty storm.

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