I always wanted to go on a treasure hunt - Part 2

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Here's the thing.

Every time I close my eyes, I see something different.

I'd like to think the cinema of my dreams is playing a double feature but it's a bit like a comedy cartoon night on Fox.

But these dreams are nothing to laugh about.


I never realized Boggs had this thing for treasure.  Seems a long time ago one of his relatives was a diver, found a wreck, and with it gold bullion.  He became rich, and the wealth in the family lasted till Boggs' grandfather, who frittered away the last of the fortune on dodgy land schemes and supposed match tree forests in Ecuador.

 It was up to him, Boggs told me, to restore the family fortune.

 I couldn't see how this was going to happen sitting in a bar that openly advertised treasure maps and an owner who was only too happy to tell the story of the Spaniard to anyone who'd listen.

 The problem was, no two versions of the story were the same.

 Whilst Boggs was taking in the fourth or fifth rendition of the story, I looked around at the clientele.  They were certainly more interesting than the treasure.

 Mostly here for the sun and surf, there were two notable exceptions, and if I was to guess, they looked Spanish.

 Or was it my imagination working overtime.

 They seemed very interested in Boggs, from time to time looking over at him, and then muttering to each other.  Conveniently, they were along the path to the restroom, so I took a stroll, and lingering a moment near their table, I listened to the conversation.

 In Spanish.

 My Spanish was a little rusty but what I thought I heard, "Boy, map, find out what he knows, gold, and it's in the hills somewhere.

 The phrase, there's gold in them thar hills came to mind.

 But for the moment I think we had a problem.

 When I came out of the restroom, the first thing I noticed was the two Spaniards had left.  When I looked over towards the bar, where I left Boggs, I noticed he too, was missing.
All of a sudden I had a very bad feeling.

 I ran outside, just in time to see the two men bundling Boggs into the back of a car, and drive off.

That's where I fell asleep


© 2019 Charles Heath

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