Part 39 (2/2)

Joe realized he'd been holding his breath, and he slowly let it out. His grip on the steering wheel was so tight his knuckles where white. ”I think it's over,” he said. ”I think we're okay.”

”I hope so,” Ashby said.

Joe inched the truck forward, crossed the trail the elk had made, eased out into the meadow.

”I was just thinking I should start going back to church,” Ashby said. ”Or put in my papers for a transfer to Mount Rush-moreor someplace like that. The Was.h.i.+ngton Monument. Maybe Everglades.”

It took until they could see the lights of Mammoth Village for Joe to fully relax. He wanted to know what had caused the eruptions and the earthquake, what had upset the underground plumbing system.

”We'll probably never know what caused it,” Joe said.

”That's the thing about this place,” Ashby said. ”It's so much bigger than us. We're nothing here.”

Early the next morning, as the sun came up, Joe walked through the still and silent Gardiner cemetery. The snow was untracked until he got there. It took twenty minutes to find the gravestone for Victor Pickett. He couldn't think of anything to say.

Before driving to Billings to see Judy and his father and return Lars's pickup and meet Marybeth, who would take him home, Joe called the governor's office. Rulon took the call and listened without comment as Joe outlined what had happened. Rulon's only reaction was to curse when Joe told him about Chuck Ward.

”That sneaky son of a b.i.t.c.h,” Rulon said.

”So you had no idea what he was up to?” Joe asked, trying to sound casual.

”Of course not. What are you implying?”

”Nothing, except the last thing he told me,” Joe said, trying to swallow except his mouth was dry, ”was that you knew everything.”

There was a long pause. Then the governor said, ”Of course he'd say that. And he'll probably say more and try to implicate me in order to cut a deal with the Feds. But he can't prove anything,not a d.a.m.n thing. Why would I send you up there after the fact to investigate if I had a role in anything?”

”Maybe because you thought I would fail,” Joe said.

”Well, I did think there was a pretty good chance you'd screw things up,” the governor said breezily. ”That's what you do. But no, I didn't know about the microbes, although I'm fascinatedby the possibilities. We've got to own them. They belongto us . . .”

Joe could hear the excitement in Rulon's voice. He listened as the governor speculated about the possibilities of gasification,of transforming the world of energy production.

”Do you realize what you've found?” the governor finally asked.

”I think so,” Joe said.

”Can we get those microbes?”

”I have no idea,” Joe said. ”The secret will soon be out.”

”Then we have to move fast,” Rulon said, and Joe could picturethe governor gesturing to his underlings to come into his office. ”I've got to go,” he said.

”I understand,” Joe said, ”but there's something else.”

”What?” Rulon said impatiently.

”My friend Nate Romanowski. The Feds took him.”

”I told you I didn't want to know about him,” Rulon said. ”In fact, I think our connection is going bad.”

”Governor-”

”I'm losing you! d.a.m.n! You're fading away! Good-bye, Joe. And d.a.m.ned good work. Let's keep in touch!”

”Governor . . .”

Instead of going North into Montana, Joe drove south into the park. It was hard to believe that the night before was the first major snowstorm of the season. By mid-morning, the roads had melted and were merely wet, and the sun blasted off the snow in a white-hot reflection.

He could see the tracks of the snow coach Olig had stolen going in and out of the Sunburst Hot Springs turnout, but Olig was gone. So was Clay McCann, Joe thought, so was Clay McCann.

Sunburst was dry, likely a result of the earthquake the night before. The pink microbes in the runoff stream were flat and turning gray as they died. Joe ran his bare hand over the flamer holes that once expelled natural gas. Nothing. He lit a match and waved it over the holes until it burned down to his finger-tips.

Yellowstone, joe thought, as he drove out of it, was the most beautiful place on earth. It was the beginning and the end of everything he knew. He couldn't wait to get home.

AFTERWORD.

Since Free Fire Free Fire was written, three things have happened: was written, three things have happened: Scientists and geological engineers have begun serious research into whether microbes introduced to coal seams can produce natural gas or liquified fuel; The National Park Services in Yellowstone has begun public hearings regarding the exclusive contractsto research firms for the bio-mining of unique thermafiles; U.S. Senator Mike Enzi of Wyoming has contactedfellow lawmakers with the purpose of future federal legislation to close the Yellowstone ”Zone of Death” loophole.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS.

The author would like to thank those who contributed to this novel. First and foremost, Brian C. Kalt, Michigan State University College of Law, for writing ”The Perfect Crime,” a Legal Studies Research Paper Series. Those interestedin the official citation (Georgetown Law Journal, vol. 93sss, pg. 675) can look it up at papers.ssrn .com/sol3/papers.cfm?abstract_id=691642. Mr. Kalt's a.s.sistancewith technical aspects of the law and his theory were invaluable. Additionally, thanks to U.S. District Judge Alan Johnson in Cheyenne for reviewing the premiseand Wyoming game wardens Mark and Mari Nelson, as always, for reading the ma.n.u.script and offering their expertise. .com/sol3/papers.cfm?abstract_id=691642. Mr. Kalt's a.s.sistancewith technical aspects of the law and his theory were invaluable. Additionally, thanks to U.S. District Judge Alan Johnson in Cheyenne for reviewing the premiseand Wyoming game wardens Mark and Mari Nelson, as always, for reading the ma.n.u.script and offering their expertise.

In Yellowstone, I thank those who provided backgroundand doc.u.mentation, including Cheryl Matthews, Brian S. Smith, Judy M. Jennings, Mike Keller, Bob Olig, and my friend Rick Hoeninghausen. The wonderful book Old Faithful Inn: Crown Jewel of National Park Lodges Old Faithful Inn: Crown Jewel of National Park Lodges, Karen Wildung Reinhart and Jeff Henry, Roche Jaune Pictures, Inc., 2004, was a helpful resource as well.

My deepest appreciation for the hard work, loyalty, and dedication of Team Putnam: Ivan Held, Michael Barson,Katie Grinch, Tom Colgan, and my new editor Rachel Kahan.

And thanks to Don Hajicek forand the wonderful Ann Rittenberg for being Ann Rittenberg. and the wonderful Ann Rittenberg for being Ann Rittenberg.

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