We drove into the swamp. Bubba nursed the bent axle and the overloaded springs. He followed the path he'd made when we had gone after Medea. If we could get near the island it would be a perfect spot for the trap.

At our slow rate of speed, it took us most of the morning to get to the island. Bubba pulled a come-along out of the space behind the seats and we set to getting the cow carcasses in position. The first one was easy, but the frogs showed up before we got the second ...