Tularosa: A Kevin Kerney Novel (Kevin Kerney Novels)

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    "Lieutenant Kerney, isn't it?" Utiey asked.
    "That's right." Utiey looked relieved.
    "I'm bad with names. What brings you out to my shop?" Behind Utiey an overhead door opened to a storeroom filled with rows of shelves filled with tools, climbing gear, water cans, camping equipment, and boxes.
    "I'd like to know about the tour you put on through the service club," Kerney said.
    "You mean "Known Survivors'? I do that twice a year. It's very well attended." Utiey adjusted his glasses.
    "Can I ask what this is about?"
    "A missing soldier. Maybe Captain Brannon mentioned him." Utiey smiled.
    "Sara doesn't talk to me about her work." He leaned against the door of the vehicle, resting his arm on the bracket of the side mirror. "How can I help?" he asked.
    "I'd like to know where you went on the field trip." Utiey pushed some hair away from his forehead.
    "Easy enough. Come inside and I'll show you on the map." Utiey and his team shared a chaotic work space, dominated by a large trough table with dividers in the middle of the room. It held pot shards, hand forged nails, rusty shell casings, pieces of old machinery, fragments of rope and leather, and human bones, all sorted according to type and size. A woman at a work table labeled bits and pieces of rusty tools from a cart next to her. She looked up and smiled as Kerney and Utiey walked by.
    Utiey guided Kerney through a clump of desks to a large map of the Tularosa Basin mounted on the far wall and started pointing.
    "It's a one-day excursion. I don't go too far out-otherwise the time would be eaten up by travel."
    He traced his finger up a primary-road course. "I take them to an old Spanish site called Black Bear Mine, back down to the 7-Bar-K Ranch site on the east slope of the San Andres-the wildlife and conservation people use it as a base camp-and the last place we visit is Indian Hills, where I'm doing an excavation." Utiey poked the map at Indian Hills. "I think I mentioned that when we first met."
    "Indian Wells?" Kerney asked. The background in Sammy's painting of the Bobcat had to be Indian Wells.
    "There is an Indian Wells, but it's completely offlimits, and you can only get to it by foot or horseback. It's an interesting site if you like geology or petroglyphs. Have you heard of it?" Utiey asked.
    Kerney shook his head.
    "I just thought you said Indian Wells. My mistake." Utiey nodded.
    "The place-names can get confusing." He made a circular motion with his finger over the map. "The Indian Hills excavation is east of Cottonwood Canyon. A stand of trees gave me the first clue that I might find something. Cottonwoods need a lot of water, so I went looking for the source. I found gray quartz and white gypsum sand accumulations early in the dig. The winds move the sand toward the Sacramento Mountains, away from the San Andres, so it was a real anomaly. We hit a rock foundation and an underground spring that once fed into a pond. It's definitely a semipermanent Apache campsite." Utiey's voice rose in satisfaction.
    "A very important find. I'm heading back out there today." Utiey's expression changed and became apologetic. "I'm boring the hell out of you."
    "Not at all," Kerney assured him, rushing his question before Utiey had a chance to continue talking. The man was a self-absorbed motor mouth.
    "Do you remember Sammy Yazzi? Specialist Fourth Class. He went on your last field trip." Fred nodded and repositioned his eyeglasses on his nose.
    "I do. I was delighted to have him on the tour. He gave us a real interesting perspective of the Apache from a Pueblo Indian point of view."
    "Did you know him before the tour?"
    "Never saw him before or after," Utiey responded. "Sorry I can't be more helpful."
    "That's okay." Kerney replied.
    "I don't envy you your job." Utiey walked with Kerney to the open door. "If you're still on the base when I get back, I'll buy you a drink at the officers' club."
    "Sounds good to me," Kerney said, squinting at the whiteness of the day

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