Yarns and Characters Puerto Quetzal, Guatemala April, 2001 A Man Called Buck From a distance, he appeared smallish and frail. But up close, I could
see that he was lean and wiry. His taut skin was like leather, caused
by years spent under the blazing sun. He was a little stooped over,
perhaps from bending to enter the salon of his little yacht, Wind Gift.
Its wooden hull appeared to be less than thirty feet long; I doubt that
he could stand up straight inside. (More). |