Indiana Jones and the Dinosaur Eggs by Max McCoy

Author:Max McCoy
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Indiana Jones
Published: 2013-03-27T16:00:00+00:00

On the morning of the second day the journey resumed, with Joan riding in the truck with Indy. None of the camel drivers had left, but Granger continued to sulk. Meryn had complimented Joan on her courage, and made an extravagant ceremony out of presenting her with a good-luck tassel made from the claw of a leopard to wear from her belt. In return, she gave him her rosary beads.

"Sai!" Meryn had exclaimed, and held his thumb in the air to show his approval before tacking the rosary to the butt of his rifle.

"Does that mean you've given up your vows?" Indy asked.

Joan did not answer.

They reached the well in the afternoon.

It wasn't much of a well by Western standards, just a pile of rocks around a lopsided hole, but the tracks of men and animals surrounding the little oasis attested to its importance. Indy dropped a bucket over the side and was relieved when he heard a splash as it hit water.

"Thank the gods," Granger breathed. "Now, we must be careful with our use of water. This well is fed by a little underground spring that seeps, instead of flows, so we must be careful not to exhaust it. If we do, we may be sentencing the next poor devil that comes this way to death by dehydration."

Granger prescribed the order in which things would be done: the animals would be watered first, then the drivers could drink and fill their water bags, then the radiators of the trucks were to be topped off. Only then would Granger allow Indy to erect a makeshift shower stall from a couple of squares of canvas and a rope stretched between the beds of the trucks. He declared a strict ration for each bather—there would be a common bucket of water to soap with, and one full bucket for each individual to rinse. The Mongols, of course, thought this entire ritual was insane.

Indy was the last of the trio to shower, and he used his water sparingly. He brushed his teeth and shaved first, then lathered up and poured the bucket of water slowly over his head and body. When he was done he felt better than he had in weeks.

"That was wonderful," he said to no one in particular as he emerged from behind the canvas, cinching on his gun belt. It was a warm afternoon, and he had left his shirt unbuttoned in order to feel the breeze on his skin.

"No kidding," Joan said.

Indy jumped.

She was sitting on the bed of the truck, brushing her long brown hair. A towel was wrapped tightly around her torso, but her arms and legs were bare, and despite the towel's attempt at modesty, it made her figure even more pronounced. Indy paused to speak to her, but was suddenly bereft of words.

The others were far on the other side of the truck.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

"I'm sorry," Indy stammered. "I just noticed how good you smell."

Joan appeared unfazed by this remark. "We all do after a bath.

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