She was turning away, bitterly disappointed, when she heard his voice. “Maggie, Maggie!” Whirling around, she saw him jump from the train. “Fell asleep,” he explained, taking her in his arms and giving her a fierce hug. “God, it’s good to see you.” “I’ve so much to tell you,” she said, pointing to the Land Rover parked under the street lamp outside the station, “but you look so tired.” “I’m just about all in,” he replied. “There was a huge rock slide just before Squamish. It’s been one hell of a journey.” Automatically he opened the driver’s door of the vehicle. “Do you want me to drive?” he asked. “Typical man,” she laughed. “No. You can sit back and grit your teeth.” She waited until they were out of the town and heading toward the Horsefly Road before she began telling him about her visit to the mine, her descent to the underground cavern, finding the old cooler and the money.
