I stared at the canoe lodged in the tree. “Why in hell did you do that?”
“Was testing the pulley,” he said calmly. “It also deters people from stealing the canoe. Someone walked off with my kayak a month ago. I’d turned it over in the grass next to the house. Fuckers carted it away when I wasn’t there.”
I exhaled slowly, flummoxed.
“What?” He grinned. “Not impressed?”
“What if a killer was chasing you on Friday the 13th with a big ol’ knife and your only escape was on the river? How would you get the thing out of the tree fast enough to survive the maniac’s attack?”
He strode over to the ash, yanked on a rope, and the pulley released, dropping the canoe into the crotch of the first big branch. From there, it slid unevenly to the ground, landing with a jarring thump.
He laughed at the expression on my face. “Thought I’d gone ’round the bend, eh?”
“I wondered, yeah.” I looked at him, then at the canoe. “Putting it back up there again?”
“Know how you can really impress me?”
He raised an eyebrow.
“Skip the pulley. Levitate it into place this time.”
He chuckled. “You know I don’t like showing off.”
He used the pulley, and I helped, though not without protest. Magic was so much more fun.
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