Dick put the three axes down on the little dock.

She walked over to the edge of the dock and looked down to the water.

Then she walked across the dock and up the steep sandy road to go to bed.

The hemlock planks of the dock were hard and splintery and cold and Jim was heavy on her and he had hurt her.

There was no moon and they walked ankle deep in the sandy road through the trees down to the dock and the warehouse on the bay.