Emily wrapped the bloody trench coat around her tighter. On the high cliffs in the dusky shadows she lay watching the jeep drive over the sands. She sharpened the binoculars.
Shannon McGuire's blonde hair whipped around as Riley Dawson's maneuvered the jeep over the dunes after one quarry: Her.
"Riley, what are we doing?" Shannon asked, loading her gun.
"We're going to get a scroll from Jones that contains instructions to make a powerful weapon. The scrolls are ancient so we'll need Jones to translate it."
"How did you find out about this?"
"Annie's grandfather wrote the book on the language that the scroll is written in. Also inside that book, was piece of the scroll."
"How many pieces are there?"
"Four," Riley smiled smugly.
"You're sure?"
"Yeah. I have a good source – a letter written to Annie's mother during World War II. Annie's mother sent her the book so that she could learn more about her grandfather, Abner Ravenwood."
"You abandoned Annie," Shannon frowned.
Riley shrugged. "I can go back to her – she'll accept me. She's too afraid not to."
Emily was ready. The narrow treacherous mountain passes were no place to run a horse at full gallop, but she had to. The mountains were quiet and dark. The small ravine that she'd backed the horse into was closing in around her. Emily shut the memory away.
A pair of headlights topped the snow capped mountains. The driver turned toward the path.
Emily kicked the horse forward.
"LOOK OUT!" Shannon screeched.
Riley hit the brakes as Emily made the horse rear. "Catch me if you can!" she dared.
Shannon raised her rifle.
"No! We need her alive!" Riley knocked the rifle out of Shannon's hands and gunned the motor.
The horse took the rocky, icy slopes. Winter was coming and a sharp wind blew in from the north.
The jeep bounced over rocks, scattering them loose. Emily fought to stay in the shadows. The horse fought against her will. Snorting, dancing, and pawing away.
The trail whipped around. The jeep nearly rolled as the gravel spewed out from under the tires.
The horse skittered down the whipsaw trail, Emily hanging on with all her might.
Riley straightened the jeep, searching in the headlights for his quarry.
Emily waited in the shadows, wanting to run. Waiting to run. But the horse refusing her commands.
Headlights turned her direction.
A dark crevice was revealed and Emily was on the brink!
Shannon fired a shot.
The horse reared.
Emily fell into darkness.
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The Sidenstrasse Tapestry: An Indiana Jones Fan-Fiction
FanfictionIn 1945 archaeologist Indiana Jones was called on one last mission. Now, even in 1960, it haunts him as his youngest daughter, Emily Jones - just as rough and tumble and skilled in handling trouble as her father - scrambles after his legacy to pro...
