Chapter Seventy Two:
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CARTER MAYES LEANED against the red jagged canyon wall and tried to ease his aching back. He had run out of aspirin two days ago, but he refused to stop. His quest was too important and the fact that he was tired, aching and in his seventies didn’t matter.
“Come on, Watson, we got to keep going. If we make another half mile today, we’ll sleep good tonight.” Carter tested the ground with his walking stick and took one step.
The dog didn’t answer, as usual. Watson was far more interested in the occasional rabbit or squirrel than his owner’s great quest.
Since he retired over ten years ago, Carter never had a problem talking to himself. “We’ll give it until dark tonight, and maybe most of the day tomorrow. We should be near the lake at Crossroads by then.” He didn
