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April 2, 2019
Taos, Mexico
New Mexico’s highest mountain, Wheeler Peak, rose majestic and snow-covered under bright blue skies and the Wheeler Peak Wilderness Area spread out before Ramsey like a dark green blanket as he found himself once again at the wheel of Myriam’s car. Much had changed in less than twenty-four hours. In the backseat Pete, no longer energized by his discoveries, was curled up like a baby, snoring away. Periodically, as Ramsey remembered he was prone to do, he let out a strange growl.
Myriam looked at Ramsey questioningly. “Is he really sleeping?”
“Yep. He’s always done that, at least since I’ve known him. He’s like a dog chasing cats in his sleep.”
Ramsey zeroed in on the road ahead. He was satisfied to wait until Myriam was ready to tell him what was going o
