moment. One more drawing and Iâm done with the Argentine book. Then all I have to worry about are eight other pictures for a couple of magazine articles, preparing a lecture and slide show for a Pangaea Society Conference in October, and designing my murals for the new POP Center.â
âThatâs the science place being built at Elk Ridge, right?â
âRight. The Preston Opel Paleohistory Center. The construction is in the final stages. Itâs taken over a year, but it should be completed by Christmas if the weather holds out. Of course, we need rain badly. All the ranchers and farmers are suffering. Even the Arrowhead is barely operating. Iâm really concerned about my father. Iâve never seen him look so glum and tired.â
Dorbandtâs eyebrows knitted. âSorry to hear that. Anything I can do?â
âNope. I canât even help. Itâs in Mother Natureâs hands. That brings us to you. How have you been?â
âGreat. Busy, like you.â
âStill jogging five miles a day?â
âWeather and job permitting,â Dorbandt said. âIâd go stir crazy otherwise. Itâs how I decompress.â
Ansel surveyed his trim, athletic form. Everything about Dorbandt was built for stamina and speed like a high-strung, riata mustang. What a waste of manpower, she mused. In the last year, sheâd learned that heâd never been married and didnât have a current girlfriend. She really liked him despite his cop attitude and couldnât deny her sexual attraction to him on certain occasions. The problem was Dorbandtâs tunnel vision. His intellectual focus upon his job and bringing in the bad guys made him continually suspicious and aloof.
Just like, me, Ansel considered, reflecting on her half Indian heritage in an Anglo society. No wonder we both attract and repel one another at the same time. No matter. They were friends, and heâd saved her life.
A gray-haired waitress in a Muu Muu and waist apron approached the table and took their orders. Dorbandt got his sandwich and another beer. Ansel ordered the chili but passed on the dumplings. She also ordered a glass of water. No ice.
As the woman shuffled away, Ansel said, âAre you sure a sandwich will be enough?â
âWait until you see it. So tell me about these BLM guys.â
âIt was a guy and a gal actually. The man was an Assistant Special-Agent-In-Charge named Broderick from the state office. Very testy. The woman was a ranger from the Redwater station named Eastover. Very unhappy about working with Broderick.â
Dorbandt finished his beer before speaking, but the gears in his head were obviously spinning. âState office. That seems like overkill to me. The tracks werenât stolen just threatened. The local Incident Commander could handle this case, even if the FBI was involved.â
âWell, Broderick treated me like a criminal. He questioned my work on the Allosaurus model and if Iâd ever seen anybody suspicious at the museum. Then he brought up the shooting last year. He was concerned about my involvement with the Pangaea Society murders. I told him to talk to you if he had any problems.â
âGood.â
âThereâs something else, Reid. Ranger Eastover slipped up and told me that the attempted fossil theft was one of three that went down Friday night as part of a poaching ring.â
Dorbandtâs eyes grew larger. âThatâs interesting. Sheriff Combs is trying to verify if other counties were working on similar cases. Did Eastover say where the crimes occurred?â
âNo.â In a split second, she decided not to tell him about the fossil thefts in Glendive or Sidney. Those were her leads.
âWell, in the meantime, donât worry about Broderick. Heâs shooting blanks.â
Ansel shook her head. âYou donât understand. Broderick told me heâs bringing in a fossil expert to
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