Treasure hunter?
Of course, he had no idea what she was talking about. What treasure? What hunters? Why would there be treasure on a farm, of all places? Were there other treasure hunters around here, and why hadn't he seen any of them?
All these questions and more popped into his head and went entirely unanswered. He'd considered using amnesia as a cover story to bombard his newfound contact with questions, but the way she was acting, he didn't have high expectations for that plan. So if she was so convinced he was a treasure hunter, then a treasure hunter he would be. "Um, I guess you could say I am," he said, trying to balance how much information he was giving out. Too much and he'd make it obvious he had no idea what she was talking about; too little and he'd look increasingly suspicious. "So, that makes you one as well?"
[The Barn - 11]