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    Authentic Treasures
    Authentic Treasures
    Authentic Treasures
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    Authentic Treasures

    By Noel Bodenmiller

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    An extraordinary story about the exploration of the earth's deepest and most well kept secrets.
    Archeologist Frank Goodman is haunted by the early death of his father and has developed an unorthodox view of the past. With the help of his young assistant, Marta Dupree, he sets out to prove his detractors wrong but discovers more than he bargained for. The secret of Monk's Groove is revealed.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherNoel Bodenmiller
    Release dateNov 30, 2009
    ISBN9781452401942
    Authentic Treasures
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    Presenting entertaining stories of the past, present and future. (No flora or fauna were intentionally harmed during the creative process.)

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      Authentic Treasures - Noel Bodenmiller

      AUTHENTIC TREASURES

      Noel Raymond Bodenmiller

      For my sister Alice, always candid and wise.

      Copyright (c) 2003 NOEL R. BODENMILLER

      Smashwords Edition

      Smashwords Edition, License Notes: This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person you share it with. If you're reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then you should return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

      Cover: Missoula Montana,

      (c) 2003 NOEL R. BODENMILLER

      The silver-haired professor drove carefully down the seldom-traveled road, steering around every pothole and deep rut that he could avoid. A deeply tanned young woman sat napping against the other side of the truck's cab, her head swaying side to side as tires were pulled from one rut to another. The floor of the great valley was slightly rolling with jagged high peaks to the west and smoother foothills to the east. Daylight had arrived in the valley a long time before the sun itself began to paint a smooth, meandering line of redness across the very top of the rugged crest on the far side of the valley. A sudden drop into an unavoidable pothole awakened Marta.

      A bright, beautiful morning, isn't it Doc?

      Gorgeous.

      Thanks for the day off yesterday. I really needed it. I feel more optimistic today than I have for weeks. What about you? You've been at this without a break for months.

      As long as the grant holds out I'll keep digging, Marta. Besides, this work is exactly what I've always loved doing. You know, some people have likened me to a crotchety old gold miner who never knows when to quit. But I like it alright, especially on a beautiful morning like this.

      Turn up anything new while I was away?

      What kind of question is that to ask an archeologist?

      Sorry Professor.

      Just joking with you kid, it is a time-relative question you know... or is it a relative-time question?

      So anything 'old' Doc?

      Just me, I'm afraid, and a couple of other things. You know we've been sifting though about ten cubic feet a day on the south quarter of quadrant seven, but I've little to show for yesterday's work.

      Then you did find something?

      Yes, two very small devices, but of what use, I have no idea. Would you like to see them Marta?

      Sure, are they like any of the others we've found in this sector?

      Yes, rectangular in shape and very similar in size, but each bear a different symbol. You know, none of these things appear to go together. They're not like the remains of living organisms where occasionally a fossil will show us the composite of all the various parts we find scattered, hither and yon. Each of these findings seem to be useless in and of themselves, and yet I don't believe they were created just to be exhibited as some special art form. I think they were useful, interdependent parts that will eventually fit together. I guess it's just a big puzzle, I still can't define their purpose.

      He carefully reached into the bag next to him on the truck seat and handed the young assistant two small objects. They were each covered with tiny painted squares of multiple colors on one side and a series of holes of differing sizes and spacing on the other. Marta studied the miniature devices carefully, turning them over again and again, attempting to guess the purpose of the little gadgets.

      Nothing this intricate could be only an art form. Marta announced. They must have had some functional use in their culture, perhaps these things had something to do with their religion.

      Or maybe a currency system. Professor Goodman replied, Although, they seem clumsy, compared to what we use.

      Well, certainly their wallets would be of a radically different design, perhaps these things were only used in the transfer of funds...banking tools, like our reserve standard. Maybe the composite items were rare or carried symbols in a format that could not be duplicated to avoid counterfeiting.

      Yes, maybe, but that's just one of many other explanations that we could come up with.

      You mentioned trouble with funding last week, any word on that?

      Not yet, but most times an early response is a negative response. So I'd rather just be patient.

      I understand, but I guess we should be prepared for the worst. Any ideas?

      Yes, work harder and longer hours! If we like this labor we're going to have to be a bit more productive. Either turn up more artifacts with some merit or make sense of what we've already found. Maybe we'd both better have a closer look at those symbols.

      Right! I still need a paycheck too!

      Maybe a little more digging would be good for the soul and business.

      Well, one more mile and we'll try to turn up a miracle.

      It's a nice enough morning for a miracle.

      Both scientists were wearing light-weight clothing that covered much of their bodies to protect them from the strong, unfettered sunlight that had been so prevalent in the recent weeks. That which was needed for the day's work had also been aboard the truck for many weeks, as the two had been well schooled for these endeavors through years of experience and toil. If neatness and accuracy were necessary attributes for their more intricate duties the same could be said of their care for the simple excavating equipment. Shovels, picks, screens and other digging tools were neatly arranged in the bed of the truck and both professor and assistant had worked out a routine between them that ensured that all necessary tools would arrive at what they commonly referred to as 'Monk's Groove'. Finer equipment, such as compasses, surveying equipment, and critical instruments were stored behind and below the large green seat that occupied the pilot's station at the rear of the truck. Cosmetic surfaces of the vehicle had eroded away and the underlying floor panels were beginning to deteriorate to the point of disappearance. The truck's bed, however, had been reinforced so that the assortment of tools was stored securely and could be observed quite easily from the height of the driver's position.

      Dr. Goodman had considered leaving the bulk of the equipment at the site, but it hadn't taken long to conclude that it was better to make the extra effort and be assured that everything was in good working order each day. Headquarters had to be located in a more secure area than Monk's Groove provided, and the rough terrain that separated them had to be traversed with some care, the distance usually accomplished within thirty minutes on fair-weather days.

      Rerouting a portion of a river's flow to accomplish some calculated erosion was an old technique in the field of archeology. Dr. Goodman preferred to use the process only when conditions would allow the permanent change in the environs. Diversion of a portion of the river was easily accomplished in the

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