“Really?” He tossed me a look of displeasure. “Where did that happen?”
“A half a mile past Bumble Bee.”
“Irresponsible kids,” he groused. “Did you get a look at them?”
“Not really. They had dust masks and sunglasses on.”
A deep sigh. “Well, that proves my point. Reckless disregard for anyone and anything but themselves.”
“And on that note,” I remarked, holding onto the handle as we lurched from side to side. “With the exception of those two encounters, how many confrontations did you have with Nathan?”
He didn’t answer immediately. “He was preparing to rappel from the top of one of the old Indian forts the first time I saw him. Now that’s just crazy stuff. Besides damaging a historical site, he could have killed himself right then and there. I warned him that he was trespa
