Good Night Stars

All the glittering points of light in the icy November night spun overhead as the moon rose. The pale white orb sailed high overhead into the starry field, hung motionless for a moment, and then sailed through the sky and set behind the mountains. The singer and the songwriter walked along the path. His heart was frozen in an icy tangle. Three months before he had heard the news about a gold and diamond treasure that had been buried in Indian sacred grounds in the Arctic. Could he tell Rosamond that he was going to be gone for a year searching for that treasure? He had stalled all night, but now he was about to tell her the truth. It was about a map that Larry Thunderbird had given him when they had smoked mescaline last week, a map that purported to show where the treasure was buried. He turned to Rosamond and said, "I have to tell you something." (To be continued.)