We had no more than started when Buck stepped into quicksand.

Buck stepped forward, fearing both the blast and seeing his dear friend hit the pavement.

Buck stepped in front of him.

The driver opened the door, and Buck stepped from the sun into the dark interior.

Buck stepped closer and looked out.

But he was too late: Buck had stepped across the finish line, and was sailing into the air.

Buck stepped behind the man as he unlocked the door.

As Buck stepped away, his cell phone vibrated in his pocket.

The crowd gasped and drew back as Buck reached the front and stepped ten feet closer to the fence than anyone else.

Then the bodyguard got out, holding the car door, and Buck stepped into the sunshine.