They passed the edge of the parking area where the asphalt ends and the gravel begins and continued south.
The light came up over the ridge. The thermal vents in the Tower Creek drainage exhaled their sulfurous warmth into the cold air, as they had been doing for thousands of years before Daniel Voss was born, and as they would continue to do long after every person who had known him had also gone.
The park held its silence and the morning came and the elk moved through it as if it were simply the world.
This story leaves a strange feeling. On one hand, the Daniel Voss case has finally been answered.
He didn’t disappear voluntarily. He wasn’t the victim of a criminal. He didn’t dissolve into legend.Find Legal Aid
He was nearby, frighteningly nearby, just tens of meters from the route. But on the other hand, there remains that which cannot be closed, the photograph with someone else’s hand.
