She pulled her Guardians of the Glades cap low over her eyes, leaned back against the warm metal of the boat, and let the afternoon sun dry the rest of the mud on her skin. The bikini had survived. The pythons were caught. And the Everglades, for one more day, had its guardians.
But the female python sensed the intrusion. Uncoiling with terrifying speed, she slithered not away from Brittany, but toward the shallow water where the kayak was beached. If she reached the main channel, she would vanish. brittany borges guardians of the glades bikini
An hour later, the three pythons were safely bagged and tagged. Brittany sat on the front of the airboat, rinsing the mud off her legs with a water bottle. The turquoise bikini was now more brown than blue. She pulled her Guardians of the Glades cap
Then she heard it. A deep, ominous hiss followed by the thrash of heavy coils. And the Everglades, for one more day, had its guardians
She slipped into the bikini, tied her dark hair back into a tight braid, and slid the narrow kayak into the water. The moment she pushed off, the world closed in. Towering cypress trees draped in Spanish moss blocked the sun, casting dappled shadows on the water. The air was thick, buzzing with dragonflies and the distant, prehistoric bellow of an alligator.
Crockett’s gruff voice crackled back. “Twenty minutes out. Don’t be a hero.”
