The Lost Treasure Map Series

by V Bertolaccini

  Fogler at one point looked furious and clenched his fist and started shouting at Hanks to move it and had to calm himself!

  Cameron saw something in Willy’s expression again and watched it speed up and leap forward and grab another horse’s leg in its mouth, sending the horse crashing to the ground, and Hanks fell off its back onto the ground, and it leapt on the other horse’s back and started wildly biting the back of its neck like a beast.

  Cameron stood gasping with the others around him, silenced and gaping at what happened, and he wondered if they would have to pay for the damage!

  It was incredible the horse was trying to kill the other horse and it clearly did not have enough power in its jaws to do any damage to it and the other horse eventually rolled over and got up from the ground and rushed away, while Willy fell over the ground, and his eyes changed from being bloodthirsty to deep disappointment, and they watched the front horses race passed the finishing line, and Willy attacked Hanks and accelerated away into the audience and burst into life, releasing its colossal inner strength, and ran furiously into people and crazily knocked them down!

  The audience stampeded away from it, all around it, as it ran after them attacking, and it charged out the racecourse like an angry bull and rushed into a busy high street and jumped through a supermarket window, and ran through it biting, bucking, and smashing everything in its path, jumping on handbags, seats, and anything, and chased people everywhere, as they leapt out of its way, and it leapt on shelves of food sending everything smashing over the floor, and it chased a security guard into a side room and he rushed out and shut the door behind him, and trapped it there!

  Chapter 19

  The Morning After

  The next day Cameron realized it had been a bigger disaster than he had imagined and just about every newspaper around had the story somewhere, and he gasped when he watched it on television and wondered if they were going to get it!

  The main headline on a major newspaper had been: MONSTER WILLY ON THE RAMPAGE, with photos of the horse going crazy, and the others were basically the same, and he examined it and with some satisfaction that it had come up as funny rather than a danger to civilization.

  He pondered over why they had thought it was some form of ass, and asked the other soldiers at the army camp it that morning and they had just laughed over the event!

  The most depressed was Hanks and they mostly felt sorry for him and Cameron wondered if they’d have the horse destroyed!

  Simpson, Fogler, Hanks, and Cameron decided early in the morning to remain out of the way until the incident blew over! The damage could have been great, and far higher if they decided to take action over horse attacking people!

  He was sure they were still interested in the horse racing but he could not imagine the horse winning anything now! It was crazy and he was sure that they had only allowed it back as it was a special event and occasion! The place got a great advert for future events, but he did not want anything to do with future events as the horse would do something lethal somewhere!

  He heard, what he was sure was a rumor, that Malone was so upset by the bad publicity that he was going to order them to have the horse destroyed! Even though he was sure that they could sell it for at least the same price they bought it for, after having been in all the media!

  Cameron dreamily rested against his bed when a soldier marched in the tent and told Simpson, Fogler, Hanks, and Cameron that Malone wanted to see them immediately at his tent and they all stood, and Simpson started discussing the incident and the racehorse and what to do if different situations were brought up, and they made an agreement.

  Cameron watched the soldier march away and realized he had done something again already and he grabbed a bottle of whisky from the side of his bed and downed three large gulps to wake him, and shifted after the others out the tent, wondering what would happen next!

  Once in Malone’s tent they all stood frigid and Cameron realized that Malone was only slightly annoyed this time, and he examined his face and saw he was trying not to look surprised about something, and he suddenly poured a drink to his surprise, and Malone examined his face from the side of his eyes and gasped, and Cameron realized that he was also controlling his temper and that he would do whatever he intended.

  “Sit down!” Malone ordered, clearly more annoyed now, and they all took seats and sat about his table.

  “Cameron!” he eventually whispered, annoyed. “Are you behind this?”

  He stared deeply at Cameron disappointedly, almost jokingly.

  “Are you drunk, Cameron?” he moaned, examining his eyes.

  All the three other soldiers argued and showed their disapproval of his methods, but he continued and asked, “Well, are you?”

  “I had one drink!” he moaned back.

  “Well you sinned! Your not supposed to!”

  “I have thinned!” he replied.

  “You’ve thinned?” he hollered.

  “Yes!” he argued, loudly. “I won top prize for drinking the most alcohol than anyone else in the camp at a wild party!”

  “I’ll handle your corruption! After this meeting you’ll go straight to the kitchen and squeeze the juice out of five strong citric lemons into a glass and pour in a full bottle of castor oil and add strong chili powder and drink it!”

  “Will that wash away me thins?” he muttered, wondering what the hell it meant away, and realized he might have some old religious believes.

  “No!” he shrieked. “It’ll stop you being a bloody drunken brainless twit, and someday maybe help you run things the right way!”

  His reply stunned him, and he stopped replying, wondering what he meant by it!

  “Have I done something ...” he whispered, mainly to himself, not knowing what it was he meant.

  “There has been a complaint about you all!” Malone announced loudly, studying them again seeing if they would react. “This time it’s authentic!”

  Simpson burst out laughing, at Malone and his ways of doing things, and Cameron realized Malone might be more of a drinker than he realized, which could explain his strange reactions.

  “What about?” Simpson joked. “We haven’t met anyone to complain about us!

  “Some people don’t like you lot! They complain everywhere about things you do!”

  Simpson sarcastically gave an expression of being humiliated by it and tried to get what he was going on about, and asked, “You should send them to us for us to resolve their complaints!”

  “People should stop complaining about nothing!” Fogler quickly replied, backing him up. “They should save it for all the real things!”

  “The people of this country could do without you all!” he muttered, staring at Cameron. “It’s over a reported racing horse!”

  “What horse is that?” Fogler continued.

  He stared deeply at his eyes again, and looked away.

  “Well, don’t let it happen again!” he replied, tired of beating about the bush. “You were lucky this time!”

  “Yeah!” Simpson replied, realizing they had got away with it.

  They had a future problem, as they were all wanting to continue racing, as Cameron could not see how they were going to solve the problem of it going crazy.

  He wondered why the hell they never just got something to put on the horse to stop it at the finishing line and if it attempted to go crazy and charge into the audience.

  “Cameron there was another complaint from the disabled pensioner you dragged out the bar and rolled about ...” Malone stated. “I think you should apologize to him!”

  “Apologize!” he replied, gasping at having to meet him again, and decided just to avoid it.

  Chapter 20

  The Accident

  The next they decided to start properly training the horse as it had to be fitter, and though it went along with the idea it soon started doing the opposite and even started not running and they tried forcing it and had to stop before they damaged it!

>   While driving back it went crazy and started smashing the back of the truck and Hanks accidentally crashed into a tree!

  The next morning Malone had them brought to his tent again, and Cameron realized immediately the horse idea was a bigger disaster than he had imagined and Malone had the newspapers all over his desk with the story of its rampage at the racecourse and it had clearly drastically altered Malone’s view of the incident and the racehorse, and he was shouting loudly at them, and at the roof of the tent, where he now seemed to have an imaginary person, and he informed them that people higher up had recognized them and their horse and had complained!

  He finished by gasping at a newspaper article about their crash, which he had found before they entered, and it had the headline: MONSTER WILLY ON THE LOOSE AND CAUSES CRASH!

  Going by what they wrote they believed it was a normal horse and that they had done something to it, and that they were the ones guilty of the occurrences!

  Simpson, Fogler, Hanks, and Cameron stood silent and just took what was coming! The damage they could get for it was high, especially if they decided to take action over the horse attacking so many people!

  None of them could imagine the horse winning now! It was crazy and Cameron was sure that they or the horse would be banned from ever racing again, and he felt sorry for Hanks as it could be the end of his career as a jockey!

  He was sure Malone was so upset by the bad publicity he was going to order them to have the horse destroyed! Even though he was sure that they could sell it for far more than the price they had bought it for, especially with having been in all the media!

  They all stood frigid and he realized that Malone had run out of things to say and had planned on getting them replying, and Cameron examined his face and saw he was trying not to look surprised about the affair in the newspapers, and he suddenly poured a drink, and calmed himself.

  “Sit down!” Malone eventually ordered, clearly less annoyed now, and they all took seats and sat about his table.

  “Cameron!” he eventually whispered, annoyed. “Are you behind this?”

  His stare went deep into his mind and Malone realized by the reactions of the other three soldiers about him that it hadn’t been Cameron, and he joked, “Are you drunk again, Cameron?”

  “I’d a drink before I came in here!” he moaned back, annoyed at being accused of the whole problem when it had not been his horse or idea and that he had been talked into it all!

  “Perhaps you can explain how a horse crashed the vehicle?”

  “Well!” he moaned, angrily. “You know how it is! We were racing back here at a hundred mile an hour in the horse vehicle, which has a Ferrari engine, and a woman with no clothes on jumped out in front of it and it smashed into a guardrail at the side of the road, at just the right angle causing it to fly away up in the air, but miraculously landed on all four wheels!”

  “Ferrari engine in that old banger truck!” Malone gasped, examining his eyes.

  “But it continued on going, with its acceleration, racing forward and hit the guardrail again, bounced off and furiously flew around like an airplane propeller blade, bouncing against a wall, consistently smashing parts from the front and back off sending them flying through the air, over to the other side of the road, with them hitting objects all across the road and into other vehicles and house windows, landing on top of people in bed and watching television, with glass shattering and exploding in everywhere!”

  “They must have been flattened!” Malone silently moaned.

  “It landed on its wheels again, and never stopped and went on at full blast, continuously exploding forward and hitting objects in its path, which bounced away across the road, and it finally flipped through the air and did another cartwheel all over the road, hitting a guardrail, until it finally smashed away the body and rolled down a steep slope below, doing cartwheels and bouncing up into the air, bouncing off the sides of trees, and it finally landed on its wheels on a road below, and a cop in a police car raced out from the side of the road and stopped at its side!”

  “So you had to have been charged?”

  “He told us how dangerous our driving had been and I explained that it had occurred for a good reason and that there was an emergency!”

  “What was so urgent?” Malone asked curiously.

  “I told him that we were late for work!”

  “Late for work! The cheek!”

  “He asked what line of work we were in and what was so important!”

  “What did you tell him?”

  “That the truck had a six-foot ass!”

  “The horse, of course!”

  “He asked what people did with six-foot asses and I shouted that they gave them radar guns and parked them at the side of roads, and I shoved the accelerator hard down and shot away into the horizon!”

  “I’ll handle your corruption, Cameron!” Malone hollered. “After this meeting you’ll go straight to the kitchen again and squeeze the juice out of ten strong citric lemons into a glass and pour in a full bottle of castor oil and add strong chili powder and drink it straight down your throat!”

  He sat forward and firmly ignored them, and shuffled papers!

  “There has been another complaint of all of you!” Malone announced loudly, studying them again, seeing if they would react. “This time it is authentic!”

  Simpson burst out laughing, and asked “What about?”

  “Some people don’t like you lot! They complain everywhere about things you do!”

  His eyes suddenly fell on the papers that he had forgotten about, across his front, and he gasped and sat back in his seat.

  Simpson showed an expression of being humiliated and tried to get what he was going on about, and asked, “You should send them to us for us to resolve things!”

  “People should stop complaining of nothing!” Fogler continued. “They should save it for all the real things there are!”

  Malone stared at them in disbelief and agreed.

  “Don’t let it happen again!” he replied, tired of beating about the bush. “You were lucky! You’ve only been banned from racing horses! Your horse has been banned by them from racing again! I guess the creature will be happy now, and will be able to retire!”

  Chapter 21

  The Horse’s Release

  The night was elevated and Cameron felt ecstatic, as the blasted horse affair was over, and the others never wanted the racehorse as they now could not imagine it doing anything they wanted!

  They had been sitting in the bar for all most four hours and it was sadly reaching closing time and the bar was only starting to empty, and Hanks had just turned up looking gloomy and weary and they had soon found out it was over getting rid of the horse!

  Cameron sat with the other three soldiers drinking and celebrating getting rid of it, when someone finally asked how he had got rid of it anyhow, and he replied, “Well, nobody would buy it, and thought of using it, so I just released it into some remote woods, buried away ... The thing can survive and be free at last ...”

  “Free at last!” Simpson moaned. “If I can remember rightly you were to sell the blasted thing! We were all expecting to get our cash back for it!”

  “Right!” he replied, downing another drink. “But I could not sell it and now it’s free ...”

  “We’d have made more out of it selling it to a glue factory!”

  Cameron gasped and felt and saw beer pouring down over his head and swiftly turned and watched the disabled pensioner, that he had dragged into a taxi, who had complained to Malone of him dragging him out the bar, on crutches pouring the last of his pint over him, and shouted drunkenly at him and rushed over to a group of his friends and they left out the pub door.

  The three soldiers burst out laughing hysterically at it, showing him their happiness at the horse affair being over as well!

  Cameron laughed as well and realized how funny it had been and recalled how funny the woman at the door of the pensioner’s house had been
when he had brought him home!

  When he stopped laughing, he asked Hanks, “What did the horse look like when you released it?”

  “It looked great! I was a sad sight seeing it go! I was ashamed and sad at the plan not being a success ... But it realized it was free and it seemed to thank me as it rushed away into the trees ...”

  Cameron was mildly confused at it as he had not even heard of any horses running freely anywhere! Perhaps they were hidden away, and rare, or something. Yet he could believe the thing may remain free for long time and wondered where it would end up, and if someone decided to use it again.

  “Are you still seeing that psychiatrist?”

  “What psychiatrist?” Cameron gasped, realizing that he thought the army doctor was a psychiatrist.

  “He’s an army psychiatrist too!”

  Cameron gasped and realized they all thought that he had been visiting a psychiatrist, and after a few minutes he started realizing he was a psychiatrist and he realized all the things he had been coming out with, and wondered what the outcome of it would be!

  “How what’ve you heard?” he finally asked, calmly.

  “I just heard rumours that’s all!” he silently replied, examining Cameron occasionally cleaning beer out of the side of his eyes.

  “What rumours?” he asked, calmly.

  “Well! You have been having crazy dreams! You also gave him accounts of you doing crazy things!”

  “That’s absurd!” he replied. “I’ve given normally stuff to keep the idiot amused ...”

  He was surprised that Hanks burst out laughing and the other two soldiers joined in, and kept laughing adding funny accounts of him doing things, and what they thought of his dream of being a werewolf and then he sat annoyed and surprised that they had actually heard things about it, and he sat trying to grasp what the doctor had heard and told. It was deplorable that a doctor or psychiatrist could give away such information to the public!