LEGACY JOURNAL OF WINSTON RAYNE
Noon - on rd. to Quince Mil
I bought a good old reliable US Army service revolver at a very reasonable price - along with several boxes of ammo & a few sticks of dynamite with caps, just in case we need to clear the road or run into trouble at the mine.
The car has overheated on a long, steep climb. We made it to the top, but must wait for it to cool - another climb lies ahead. So, here I sit, while Derek�s wandered off to take in the sights. I think he�s so angry he�s about to burst. He needs to learn that life can take surprising turns - both pleasant & unpleasant. One can never allow oneself to become set in one�s ways or thrown off balance when plans go awry, for they always do.
I now regret having brought him. In truth, I�d not expected this. (Thank God I carry the sepulcher�s key with me always.) He needs field experience, but not of this variety - it�s too dangerous & momentous. I hesitated to put him on a plane to Lima to then have to book a flight back to the States or to Amsterdam. He�s never had to actually deal with travel arrangements himself, and having to do it primarily in Spanish might have been too much for him. Ordinarily, I�d have trusted the Lima House to handle the details, but in light of this discovery I�m reluctant to trust anyone. I couldn�t leave him in Cuzco, nor did I have the time to drive him back to Lima to put him on a plane myself. Nothing must hinder this mission.
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