Chapter 8

The motel outside Montana’s West Yellowstone gate into the park was his first stop. He checked into a clean room nicely furnished in earth tones and tossed his duffle onto the bed. He unzipped and took a pee, then washed his hands and face when he’d finished. The altitude was dehydrating, so he filled a glass with water and drank it down. The water was naturally soft and sweet to the taste. To satisfy his rising appetite, he walked to a nearby café and ordered a large sandwich, fries, and a soft drink for lunch. A slice of pumpkin pie a la mode served as his dessert.

He was back in his room and had just finished brushing his teeth when his cell chimed. “Hello.”

“It’s your lover man, Bernard, here. How’s the trip?”