Something Wilder(42)
Lily leaned forward, urging Bonnie into a walk, and Leo sat up in the saddle, signaling to Ace to follow. “Who’s Lucky?”
They passed another old, crooked building with the word EAT painted onto a wood board outside. A pair of ATVs were parked haphazardly—he doubted there were any actual parking spots anywhere—and a couple of mountain bikes leaned against an empty flagpole. “He was a good friend of Duke’s.”
The horses’ hooves clip-clopped along the dusty ground.
“And he’ll be okay with you just stopping by?”
“I hope so, because there was no way to make an appointment.” She looked over at him, grinning, and it sent a thrill down his back to see the old fire come to life inside her. “He’s mostly around for the idiots who bring their giant trucks out here and end up high-centered on a trail or in a ditch.”
Sure enough, at the end of the “road” was another double-wide. The land around it looked like a 4x4 graveyard. There was also a small barn that was a lot nicer than the trailer, and a paddock with a handful of horses inside. Bonnie immediately whinnied to them, which set the others off as well.
“Guess she’s been here before,” he said, nodding to Bonnie.
“This mare loves it here,” Lily drawled in a voice that implied she did not share the sentiment.
“Not your favorite place?”
“Nope.” Lily looked over at him and let out a scoffing laugh. “This tiny town represents what I fear my entire future will be: dry, dusty, and decrepit.”
* * *
An hour later, they crowded around a table in the ramshackle building with the EAT sign out front. It was more bar than café, but it had beer, a jukebox, a couple of cramped but real restrooms in the back, and many, many photos of Duke Wilder on the walls: the framed National Geographic cover of Duke; him with a team from Princeton, huddled around a large tarp weighed down by a collection of dusty artifacts; photographs of him on horses, on a motorcycle, hiking in Moab, sitting at a campfire under the stars. There was even one with a front-tooth-less five-year-old Lily at his side holding a huge set of deer antlers.
“Wow, Lily,” Walt said with breathless admiration, “your dad really was famous.”
They took it all in for a long, silent minute. The magnitude of Duke’s history seemed to fill the room as they sat in the first actual chairs their asses had seen in days and sipped ice-cold beers out of mismatched glasses. Thanks to the quintessential aging cowboy Lucky—wiry, mustached, and skeptical of the men—the horses were now happily munching hay in his stables, and the treasure seekers had a borrowed Jeep parked out front. They also had fresh water and supplies in their packs, a few pairs of boots better suited for rocky terrain, and a handful of paper maps spread out between them.
Lily stared down at a topographical drawing of Canyonlands. More specifically, she studied the Maze, a trailless sandstone puzzle of interwoven canyons with dead ends and the threat of death by drowning and/or dismemberment at every turn. It was the most remote part of any of the Canyonlands National Park districts, and because it could take rescuers days to reach someone if there was trouble, every party heading down was required to have their itinerary approved with a permit. Obviously, they wanted as few people to know what they were up to as possible, so they’d risk descending into the canyons without one.
Leo watched as Lily and Nicole went over the map. Lily jotted down notes and sketched routes, referencing something in Duke’s journal or recalling some random fact she pulled out of thin air. Lily, he knew, could handle just about anything, whether it was the horses or managing an entire ranch alone or knowing every plant or rock or animal out there. Even a decade ago, she’d never needed Leo for a thing, but he wanted her to want him anyway.
They all leaned over the table, tracking Lily’s finger as it moved along the wavy line of the Green River. “The map has to be of a section somewhere along here. Unfortunately, this is miles and miles of undeveloped land.” She growled in frustration.
“I feel like I’m looking at one of those Magic Eye things they used to have at the mall,” Walter said, unblinking. “You know, where you stare at a bunch of lines and suddenly it’s a picture of a cat?”
“An autostereogram,” Leo told him. “A picture within a picture.”
“How do you even know that?” Lily said, catching his eye.
Bradley snorted. “Because he’s a fucking nerd.”
Leo nodded to the papers spread out in front of her. “How do you know any of that?”
She leaned back in her chair and rubbed her temples. “I feel like I don’t know anything right now.”
“You don’t recognize anything here?” Walter asked. “A spot that might have been important to Duke?”
Nicole drew an imaginary circle over the map with her fingertip. “If we were flying overhead, we’d say the location in Duke’s map is probably around here. It looks small on his drawing, but that’s a big area.”
Leo pulled the sheet with the riddle across the table. “Let’s see if anything here jogs your memory.”
“?‘In the end, the answer is yes,’?” Lily read, and glanced up to catch his eye. “So, we’re assuming that means yes, Duke found the treasure. Next, ‘You have to go; I have.’ Again,” she said, “I think that means he’s already gone on a hunt, and now it’s the reader’s turn.”