Chapter Thirty-Nine
“Not much for maps anymore,” d**k Tugg explained. “But I can spell it out for you. You got it, your map?”
“Yeah. Just a sec.” Taz scrambled back to the car and pulled the topographical map from the glove box. She remounted the veranda and, sitting at the old man’s feet, she spread the map on the boards. “I got it,” she said.
“You see there’s ravines and canyons radiating out from the top of the Peak?”
“Sure,” Taz said. “Fourteen of them.”
“See the one on the back side. It runs almost due north.”
“Okay. I think so.”
“We picked that one because of the water. There’s a stream running down the center of the canyon and deer need water. Your map show you that?”
Taz saw the squiggly blue line. “Yes,” she said, “I got it.”
“Good. Now follow it down. About two-thirds th
