Chapter eight

Deserves another

Clark was letting Shelby pull him that was the only way he could keep going. "What I wouldn't give to have my gifts right now Shelby, I could be home by now sitting in the kitchen with mom and dad, drinking a nice tall glass of water-water, no, stop torturing yourself Clark."

While he was taken by his thoughts he all of a sudden got a lack of water pain in his side. He let go of Shelby's leash and dropped his jacket and his water bottle and fell down the hill, rolling almost to the bottom before he stopped.

He scrambled up the hill as fast as he could; the sand was slowly absorbing the water in his water bottle. Clark crawled as fast as he could but it was too late.

Clark grabbed the bottle and shook it, he dug at the sand, but it was no use. His only water supply was gone.

"No-no," said Clark his voice cracking as he rolled onto his back. "NO!"

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"Yes, yes, no doubt about it sheriff," said the bank manager holding the dollar bill up to the light, "The numbers match it's defiantly one of ours."

The sheriff nodded then walked up to the man who was sitting at the counter eating every snack and drinking every drink that Lana put in front of him.

"So, where exactly did you find it Herb?" asked the sheriff as he sat down next to the man."

"Hm?" said Herb his mouth full.

"The hundred dollar bill?" said Ethan taking out his note pad and a pen.

"Oh can I have a couple more of those," asked Herb as Lana brought him some apple pie.

"Um, sure," said Lana going back to the kitchen.

"Out on route eight sheriff, out of town, there she was-, old Ben Franklin staring back up at me, please, e, please," said Herb going back to the sweets in front of him.

"Charlie? Get on the horn, they're heading south," said Ethan.

"What do you think Ethan?" asked Jonathan.

"Oklahoma, Texas, a small shack in the dessert, I don't know Jonathan," said Ethan.

"We really want to help sheriff, maybe he left a trail or something," said Lana coming forward.

"I appreciate, you kids wanting to help but-," Ethan began.

"Then he looked up from his note pad, the kids were looking at him, pleading with their eyes. They wanted to help find their best friend.

"Oh how could I say no," said Ethan giving in.

The kids beamed at each other. Then Ethan put his hand up and said, "I have an idea."

T.B.C.