Unhitching the two old horses from the expedition wagon, one of the men led them deeper into the gentle bend of Idaho’s Snake River. He sloshed back to the wagon, leaving the team standing to drink their fill. Two spaced cracks of a rifle dropped each horse dead into the swirling waters. The winding current tugged old Bally and Star Crust into motion and they soon were swept from view. The two men heaved against their well-worn wagon, which they had affectionately dubbed the Science Car, pushing it into deeper water until the murky current grabbed and, like the horses, it too was taken beneath the surface. Continue reading →