“It’s the only way.”
Yeah, it is. I just wish our forward had a better path than a dead end, and I hate myself for it.
“Ah! Can we please stop there?” Lark asks as we’re coming up on a town that looks deserted.
“What?”
“Stop! Stop the car!”
“Why? What’s wrong?” I ask, looking around for whatever issue she sees. Like the truck is on fire or the horse trailer detached.
But none of that is happening. She reaches toward me. “Tristan! We have to stop.Please!”
I pull over because…I don’t know why. Because she asked, I guess.
“Why are we stopping?”
“Because this is the town from the podcast I listen to!” Lark looks as though she’s going to pee herself with excitement as she gets out of the car.
I exit as well, not sure what the hell we’re doing in a vacant town, and go around to where she’s standing.
She jumps to my side, wrapping her fingers around my arm. “Oh my God! You don’t even understand. So, legend has it that this town was inhabited by a band of thieves who robbed a gold smuggler.”
I raise one brow. Did she say a band of thieves? “Was this in 1935?”
“No! Just like fifteen years ago.”
“There were gold smugglers fifteen years ago? Here? In this town?”
She huffs. “Yes! It was afact, and it was proven on this podcast.”
“All right.”
Lark ignores the sarcasm and pulls me down what looks like was a main road. I can’t tell what it is, because the entire place is a ghost town. There’s not a single store open or person to be seen. The only thing here is aWelcome to Utahsign that is hanging on by a thread. “Here is where the shoot-out happened.”
“Okay, now I’m pretty sure we’re talking about the eighteen hundreds.”
“Shh, you’re ruining the story,” she complains.
Yes, I’m ruining it. Not her inaccurate details.
“Anyway, they explained that this group of guys robbed a gold smuggler in California. He was a pretty bad dude, you know?”
I nod slowly. “Yeah, I mean, most smugglers are on the up-and-up, so I’m sure this one was just misunderstood.”
Lark rolls her eyes. “He threatened to kill the guys when he found them, so they did the smart thing and found a town where they could lie low and wait to sell the gold. When they arrived here, the town wasn’t in great shape. Schools were falling down, residents were starting to leave, and it was a mess. The robbers wanted to help because they found the people here were great, not to mention they were sitting on a literal gold mine, get it?”
I force a laugh. “Ha. Ha. Good one.”
That earns me a middle finger as she walks farther down the road. “Justtryto enjoy the story, would you?”
“I’ll try.”
Honestly, I’m enjoying it a hell of a lot more than I should, considering it’s complete bullshit, but she seems to love it.
“Thank you. Where was I? Oh, the gold. They couldn’t sell it because I guess the gold was marked? I don’t know, that part of the story is a little fuzzy. They get here, they’re able to find work with one of the local businesses, and they live in an apartment above the car repair shop…oh! It’s right there.” She points to the abandoned building and jumps up and down. “Then they wait it out for months, building a life, and one of the guys falls in love with a local.”
“I knew it was going to be a girl who did them in,” I note.
