CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Juan took a right in Gardiner, Montana to the North entrance of Yellowstone. He climbed out of his rugged red jeep and walked into a river rafting office, hoping to sign up for a float tour.
“We have a four-person minimum and the tours don’t begin until May.”
“Then why are you open?”
“Tee-shirts, souvenirs, hiking maps, overnight permits and fishing licenses--we sell a little bit of Yellowstone for everyone.”
Isn’t that special? Juan rolled his eyes and reached into his back pocket. “Look, I’m ex-military, the water is thawed out and I’d love to see the scenery and the wildlife. I’ll pay extra.” He flipped open his wallet to show his Military identification card.
The young man standing behind the counter didn’t like Juan’s attitude and didn’t appear impressed. “B
