"I'm going to look around. Contact me if there's anything." Luke rode his sidecar motorcycle and continued to scout ahead.

He rode forward for about ten more minutes, occasionally taking out the treasure map to observe the surrounding terrain. After a careful comparison, he felt that this wasn't the treasure location he was looking for.

Luke gave up the search and rode back on the sidecar motorcycle to where Morris Dawan was injured.

Walker had already bandaged Morris Dawan's injured foot.

Luke asked, "How's the injury?"

Morris Dawan replied, "Much better. I feel like it didn't reach the bone, and with timely treatment, I should be fine after a few days of rest.

Thank you, if I hadn't run into you guys, I might have been done for here.

That damned trap!"

Walker said, "You're welcome, maybe you helped us too."

Morris Dawan asked, puzzled, "What do you mean?"

Walker didn't answer and, along with Luke, helped Morris Dawan into the sidecar of the motorcycle.

Luke drove, with Walker sitting in the back of the motorcycle.

The motorcycle wasn't going fast, and the three of them returned near the RV.

Upon seeing the RV, Morris Dawan seemed to understand, "Was your RV attacked by wolves last night?"

"Yes, was it you who fired the shot last night?"

"That's right, I saw a pack of coyotes attacking the RV and fired a shot to scare them away, fearing for your safety."

Luke nodded, realizing that the old man inadvertently helped them once, and today they saved the old man's life. Life is indeed mysterious like that.

Luke and Walker got off the sidecar motorcycle and handed the keys back to Morris Dawan, "Buddy, what are your plans?

If you need, I can help you contact the canyon manager."

"Canyon manager? Will they provide help for free?"

"Probably not. Today, a traveler's car ran out of gas, and they contacted the canyon manager, who agreed to send gasoline but for a fee of five hundred US Dollars."

"If sending gasoline requires five hundred US Dollars, I guess asking them to take me out would cost at least a thousand. I don't have that much money to give them." Morris Dawan scratched his head and glanced at Luke and Walker's RV,

"Can you let me stay for a night? I'll see how my foot is recovering tomorrow."

Walker and Luke exchanged a look.

Walker asked, "Can I ask what you're doing in the canyon?"

Morris Dawan licked his lips and hesitated.

Luke picked up a bottle of beer and tossed it to him.

"Thanks." Morris Dawan opened the beer bottle, took a big gulp, and burped, "I'm here for an adventure."

Walker wasn't very satisfied with this answer. What's so adventurous about this barren canyon?

If he refuses to explain why he's in the canyon, how can I feel comfortable letting him stay in the RV?

If the other party didn't ask to stay in the RV, Walker might not dig deeper, but since he did, Walker naturally needed to know what the other party was up to. He didn't want to invite trouble.

"Sorry, the RV only has two beds.

If you need food, I can fetch it for you or help you contact the canyon manager."

"No, I don't need that.

My foot injury doesn't affect riding the motorcycle much. I'm just a bit weak and need a day's rest.

Besides, I have a tent in the box at the back of the tricycle. If possible, can you help me set up the tent? I can sleep in the tent."

Luke thought to himself, this old man clearly has a tent, yet he said earlier he needed to stay in the RV. Is he testing us? Sometimes being too hospitable can make others wary. People need to have boundaries.

Walker's refusal might actually put the other person at ease.

"Welcome, our new neighbor." As long as he doesn't stay in the RV, Walker could accept it.

With the help of Walker and Luke, Morris Dawan's tent was set up about ten meters from the RV, a distance that allowed for mutual support without being too far.

After the tent was set up, it was already four in the afternoon. Walker and Luke hadn't eaten lunch and were already hungry.

A lot had happened in the past two days, and they had no mood to start a fire and grill meat, so they took out a bag of bread and opened a few cans of meat.

Morris Dawan was also hungry, ate a piece of bread, and had a few pieces from the meat cans. With some food in his stomach, he asked, "What are you doing in the Red Rock Canyon?"

Luke and Walker exchanged a glance.

Luke smiled, "If I said we're here for sightseeing, would you believe it?"

Morris Dawan smiled without saying anything.

"We're here for a treasure hunt." Luke decided to speak the truth.

Everyone's not a fool. Even if Luke claimed they were here for tourism, Morris Dawan might not believe it. Just like Luke didn't believe he was merely here to explore.

Secondly, Luke suspected that the treasure map was incomplete.

The canyon is vast, and the terrain is winding with many similar spots. Without a complete map, it's difficult to pinpoint the treasure's location.

Luke guessed that Morris Dawan's so-called adventure was likely a treasure hunt too. He might as well be open about it to gauge the other's reaction.

Morris Dawan looked surprised, seemingly not expecting Luke to be so candid, "You're here for treasure hunting, what treasure?"

Seeing Luke opening up, Walker saw no reason to hide either, "Have you heard of Forest Finn? He was a wealthy outdoor adventure treasure hunter. Because of his age, he couldn't go treasure hunting himself anymore, so he buried treasures across America.

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