Excerpt from Chapter 14 of Nothing Short of Wondrous by Regina Scott
They followed the western edge of Goose Lake, the murky waters dark and brooding. Danny sped up as they continued south. Will thought Kate might order him back, but she didn’t appear too concerned. Her gaze was bright, smile pleasant. Well, the grasslands did make it easy to keep an eye on the boy.
“This way!” he called, stepping off the path to start up a hill dotted by pines.
Will and Kate followed. The way was steep and slick with fallen needles. Will turned to help Kate. She passed him without comment.
“What, are you part mountain goat?” he asked her back.
Her laughter floated down to him. “Having trouble keeping up, Lieutenant?”
“I’m in the cavalry, not the infantry,” he reminded her, but he managed to reach the top without slipping more than twice.
“Look,” Danny said, pointing, as if Will could have missed the rainbow of colors below.
Will’s first thought was that Danny was right. The formation was huge. Its silver-gray deposits spread out over yards below him. The center of the massive pool was a blue so deep it was nearly purple, melding into rings of lighter blue, green, and yellow. At the edge, plumes of orange streaked out like the rays of the sun. Smaller pools huddled around it, dwarfed by its magnificence. And the entire area gave off a curtain of steam that fluttered on the breeze.
Will shook his head. “How does something like that come to be?”
“Men of science travel through now and again,” Kate said, voice soft. “They talk about hot water and minerals and rocks reacting to each other. Doesn’t make this one whit less amazing.”
“I want to throw a rock in it,” Danny said dreamily. “Right in the middle.”
“Daniel Tobias Tremaine,” Kate scolded. “We do not throw anything in the thermal features.”
He hung his head. “Yes, ma’am.”
Will nudged his shoulder. “Maybe we could see whether the Firehole River needs a few more rocks some evening.”
Danny looked to his mother. “Could we, Ma?”
“The banks are lined with rocks that used to be in the river,” Kate acknowledged. “Putting them back in shouldn’t hurt anything.”
Danny grinned.
They descended the hill, all three of them sliding at times, and set off on the path once more.
“Is that something all men grow up wanting to do?” Kate asked as Danny ranged ahead once more. “Throw rocks and sticks?”
“Into things, over things, onto things,” Will said. “I’ve never known a man or boy who didn’t.”
“No wonder we have to protect Yellowstone,” she muttered.
“Now, you can’t tell me you never had the urge,” Will said, glancing her way. The walk had loosened her hair. The braid had come free of the bun and was hanging down her back, tendrils of black curling against her cheeks.
“Never,” she said, nose in the air.
“And you never stuck your finger in Alberta’s cooking either, I suppose.”
Pink climbed in her cheeks. “Well, maybe once or twice.”
“Thrown a snowball at someone?”
She grinned at him. “Guess you’ll find out this winter.”
All at once, he wished for snow.
Regina Scott, Nothing Short of Wonderous, Revell, a division of Baker Publishing Group, © 2020. Used by permission.