Not Every River by Robbie McCoy

Author:Robbie McCoy [McCoy, Robbi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781594931826
Publisher: Bella Books
Published: 2010-08-17T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

A voice mail message from Randi asked Kim to stop by the office when she got back to town after work.

When she arrived, she found Randi at her desk with a yellowish map spread out on top of it.

“Hi,” Randi said, looking up and smiling brightly. “Thanks for coming by. You remember asking me the name of that wash behind Black Point?”

“Sure,” Kim said, noting the undercurrent of excitement in Randi’s voice.

“I’ve been doing some research. On the new maps, that wash doesn’t even show, or when it does, it has no name. So I decided to try some older maps. You’ll never guess what I’ve discovered.”

Randi motioned Kim to come around the desk, then pointed to a spot on the map, an obviously old, not altogether formal looking map. “Here’s Black Point. Right about here is where your Site A would be. So, this drainage beside it is the wash in question.”

Randi pointed to a thin line that ran crookedly down toward the Gila River. That line was labeled Hendy Wash.

Kim looked up, connecting with Randi’s eyes. “I don’t understand.”

“This map is dated 1888. I’ve checked several already, some older, some newer. Most of the maps after this date show this other wash as Hendy Wash.” Randi pointed to another thin line draining toward the Gila. “That’s the one we know by that name today. But all of the older maps consistently identify the Black Point wash as Hendy.”

Randi waited for this news to make sense to Kim, a look of expectancy on her face.

“Wow,” Kim said, finally.

“Uh-huh.” Randi grinned.

“Wow,” Kim said again, the impact of Randi’s discovery becoming clearer.

“Wow is right! It’s not uncommon for these kinds of things to happen, especially in places like this where people didn’t form settlements. No locals around to verify place names. The real Hendy Wash, the original one anyway, is the one behind the petroglyphs. That wash runs about five miles north to south, starting a mile up from Black Point and draining down to the Gila.”

“That makes the inscription even more understandable, the

C. E. Hendy.”

“Right. That could even be the reason it was named Hendy Wash in the first place, because his name was there by the time people started coming through in numbers.”

“So the gold, the Wolff gold, is buried there, right there in our wash?”

Randi flashed her an amused smile. “If the legend is true and nobody has found it, yes. All of these fortune hunters have been looking in the wrong place all these years.” Randi folded the map.

“Incredible!”

“You can’t tell anybody about this, you understand?”

“Why not?”

“Everybody who’s been out here for the last twenty years to find that gold would rush back to look in your wash, which would bring them right to the petroglyphs. They’d be swarming all around there. We can’t let that happen. That site has remained protected because there was nothing around it of interest to anybody. Buried treasure is of interest to just about everybody.”

Kim nodded. “I understand. Are there any palm trees in this wash, the real Hendy Wash?”

“I don’t know.

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