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“Dwarves dancing around the guns” was the clue that had most stumped me when I’d read them all earlier in the morning, but now knowing that the key to deciphering the mapmaker’s riddles was to look at the map, it became clear quite easily that our next stop was Erf 81, a volunteer farm where they grew vegetables and fostered animals, including the owner’s dwarf goats.
The internet was a magical resource, I thought as we climbed the hill to the car waiting for us.
As we drove, I tried to scan for the white car that had been following us, but I didn’t see anything. I did slip my baseball cap back on and tuck all my hair under it again. It probably wasn’t much of a disguise anymore, but I hoped it would do something.
Boone must have been of the same mind because he pulled his long dark
