“How long do we wait, Baker?” Edge poses.
He’s standing outside the Jeep now, sucking down the very last beer left in the cooler.
“We gotta wait until all the water drains,” I say. “But by the look of it, it’s almost all gone now.”
I turn to Rob and Edge.
“Let’s do this,” I say. “While we have the chance.”
With me taking the lead, we crawl through the hole in the fence and slowly make the climb down the steeply angled, black shale rock face.
“Gonna be a b***h getting that heavy box of treasure back up this riverbank,” Edge grunts.
“But the strain will be soooo worth it, dude,” Rob says.
We make it down the fifty-plus feet of jagged riverbank and come to the now damp, slick river bed. The bed isn’t smooth, but instead a horizontal continuation of the shale riverbank wall. The surfac
