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âSeems like a beautiful afternoon for a walk in the woods, doesnât it?â Claire said with a smile.
âNice try,â Martin said. âI can practically see the wheels spinning in that pretty little head of yours. You heard what Mark said. We stay put until we have backup.â
âWho said anything about needing backup?â Claire said. âI simply thought weâd take Maggy for a stroll through the woods, snoop around, do a little birdwatching, snoop some more...â
âFunny, you seem to be understating the whole snooping around part. Or do you think I didnât catch that?â
âI was?â Claire replied innocently.
Martin sighed. âI suppose youâre right. I canât see what harm we can get into by taking a walk. But not for long.â
âHalf an hour, tops.â
âYou said fifteen minutes.â
âTwenty minutes,â Claire pressed. âNot a second longer.â
Martin sighed. âI am in such deep shit.â
âYes, but at least youâre in it with me.â
âWonderful. I feel better already.â
âMaybe itâs none of my business,â Earl Bentley interjected, âbut are you two sure youâre going to be okay?â
âThanks, Mr. Bentley,â Martin said. âWeâll be fine.â
Bentley continued. âItâs just that I grew up in these parts. I know the woods and the mountains âround here so well I got spring water runninâ through my veins. I could see to it you donât get lost. Believe me, these woods take on a whole different look when youâre not sure where youâre going.â
âI donât know about that, Mr. Bentley,â Martin said.
âItâs Earl,â the trucker insisted. âTruth be told, Iâd feel mighty terrible if the two of you set off on your own then I hear tomorrow that the Forest Service is looking for ya âcause you got lost when I could have done something to make sure that didnât happen.â
âI appreciate your offer to help, Earl,â Martin said. âReally, I do. And no offense, but it could be a bit of a trek. You sure youâre up to it?â
Earl Bentley took off his worn New York Yankeesâ baseball cap and pointed to his thin crown of white hair. âHereâs a lesson for ya, young fella. Just âcause thereâs a little snow on the volcano donât mean there ainât plenty of fire in the furnace.â
Martin laughed. âPoint taken.â
âEarlâs right,â Claire said. âWeâd be a lot faster if we had a guide.â
Bentley smiled and took Claire by the hand. âYour wifeâs right. Let me show you, missie,â he said. He walked Claire along the beaten path past the mile marker and down the embankment to the edge of the forest.
âSheâs not my wi--,â Martin called out from a distance, then shook his head. âOh, what the hell.â
Martin whistled through his teeth. Maggy popped her head up from the back seat.
âCome on, girl!â he called out.
Maggy bounded gracefully through the open window and ran past Martin, barking down the path after Claire and the sprightly old trucker. âStay clear of skunks!â he yelled as she disappeared over the embankment.
âThere ainât much about these mountains I donât know,â Earl told Claire as he led the way through the dense underbrush. âSpent my youth as a park ranger in Sequoia. Had to go in deep one too many times, Iâm afraid, lookinâ for city slickers like you. Sometimes it turned out good, sometimes not so good.â With fox-like dexterity, the old trucker clambered down a steep slope at the end of the path as he held Claireâs hand, using his body to protect her from falling.
âI donât know what it is with some folks when it comes to the woods,â Earl continued. âPeople who can barely recognize one end of a tent peg from the other would come for a weekâs vacation. Iâm talkinâ about otherwise intelligent folks like doctors, lawyers, and business people. Seems the minute they drive through the gates and set up camp they think theyâre Bear Grylls, lose all touch with their faculties. They donât know what theyâre up against in the wild. And believe me, it donât get any wilder than Sequoia.â
âHow do you mean?â Claire asked as she stepped over a fallen branch.
The old man pushed aside a low-hanging bough. âWell,â he began, âthere was this one couple I remember. He was a Wall Street financier. She was a stockbroker.â Bentley shook his head disapprovingly. âArrived at the park in a Mercedes Benz, of all things. Now, Iâm not sayinâ that just because they were young and from the city and drivinâ a snappy sports car that that made them any less capable than the next couple. But all they could lay claim to for camping gear was a pup tent, a couple of backpacks, a portable stove, and barely enough rations to last out the week. They became friendly with another couple a few sites over and announced they were goinâ into the woods to do a little exploring. Said that theyâd be back later that evening. Well, sure as you can figure, the next day came and went. When no one had seen âem after three days, we got the call. Rangers organized a search party. Found âem two days later.â
âWere they okay?â
Bentley shook his head. âDead. Both of âem.â
Claire pulled the trucker by his arm. The old man turned around, faced her. âWhat happened to them?â she asked.
âWe figure they was most likely attacked by a mountain lion, but with the state the bodies were in we couldnât say for sure. Couldâve been a black bear or a bobcat. They were in far deeper than they should have been. We checked their clothes and their packs. No compass, GPS, cell phone⊠nothinâ. They were lost, for sure. Two things you gotta remember about the mountains and the forest in these parts. They donât care who you are, and they donât forgive you for being stupid.â Bentley waved his arm in a wide arc. âTake a good look around, missie. Out here youâre on your own.â
Martin shuffled down the slope, finally caught up.
âGeez! Slow
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