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  1. Cover
  2. Half Title Page
  3. Books by Katie Powner
  4. Title Page
  5. Copyright Page
  6. Dedication
  7. ONE
  8. TWO
  9. THREE
  10. FOUR
  11. FIVE
  12. SIX
  13. SEVEN
  14. EIGHT
  15. NINE
  16. TEN
  17. ELEVEN
  18. TWELVE
  19. THIRTEEN
  20. FOURTEEN
  21. FIFTEEN
  22. SIXTEEN
  23. SEVENTEEN
  24. EIGHTEEN
  25. NINETEEN
  26. TWENTY
  27. TWENTY-ONE
  28. TWENTY-TWO
  29. TWENTY-THREE
  30. TWENTY-FOUR
  31. TWENTY-FIVE
  32. TWENTY-SIX
  33. TWENTY-SEVEN
  34. TWENTY-EIGHT
  35. TWENTY-NINE
  36. THIRTY
  37. THIRTY-ONE
  38. THIRTY-TWO
  39. THIRTY-THREE
  40. THIRTY-FOUR
  41. THIRTY-FIVE
  42. THIRTY-SIX
  43. THIRTY-SEVEN
  44. THIRTY-EIGHT
  45. THIRTY-NINE
  46. FORTY
  47. FORTY-ONE
  48. FORTY-TWO
  49. FORTY-THREE
  50. FORTY-FOUR
  51. FORTY-FIVE
  52. FORTY-SIX
  53. FORTY-SEVEN
  54. FORTY-EIGHT
  55. FORTY-NINE
  56. FIFTY
  57. FIFTY-ONE
  58. FIFTY-TWO
  59. Acknowledgments
  60. About the Author
  61. Back Ads
  62. Back Cover

“Everyone believed so. No one could survive a storm like that out in the open. But as the townspeople talked, the sun sank low in the sky, and someone shouted, ‘Look!’ Everyone turned, and there on the mountain was Miner McGee’s headlamp, shining bright for all to see as he worked away, searching for his treasure. And ever since that day, whenever the sun sinks low in the sky, if you look over at the mountain at just the right time, you will see his lamp click on.”

“He’s still looking?” Jeremy asked.

“He’s still looking.”

“What if he never finds it?”

“He will.” Grandma June sat back in her chair with a satisfied smile. “He’ll never give up.”

TEN

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Mitch adjusted the pile of clothes in his arms as he stood outside Bea’s bedroom, the words to Trisha Yearwood’s “She’s in Love with the Boy” taunting him in his head. Argh. The reason he loved country music was the same reason he hated it sometimes. It always hit him right where he lived. Why’d Bea have to fall for an unemployed computer geek who didn’t know the difference between an elk and a moose?

He knocked on the door. “Bea?”

She opened it wide. “Just dump it here on the bed.”

He didn’t exactly dump it, but he let the clothes roll out of his arms onto the orange, green, and blue quilt he and Caroline used to sleep under. The quilt his mother’s aunt Gladys had made for their wedding. “I hope something fits.”

Jeremy stood off to the side as Bea dug through the items. He watched her with a bemused expression. “I still don’t understand why I can’t wear my own stuff to the game.”

Bea scoffed. “Nothing you have is warm enough.”

“It’s not that cold.”

Mitch snickered. This kid had no idea what he was in for. He grabbed two pairs of socks from the bed and held them out. “Here. These are the best ones.”

“Two pairs?”

“One pair goes under your long johns, and the other goes over.”

“I think one will be plenty. My feet will get sweaty.”

“Is that right.” Mitch held the socks out until Jeremy took them. It would not do to allow this greenhorn to neglect his feet. Speaking of which . . .

He nodded at the Romeos Bea was wearing. “Those look a little rough, B.B.” He held out his hand. “Here, give them to me.”

“Dad, they’re fine.”

“Just let me rub some Huberd’s on them.”

She huffed and kicked them off to hand over. “Leave in fifteen?”

Mitch nodded, and she turned back to the pile of clothes on the bed. He was glad to see her looking better than she had this morning. When he saw her at breakfast, he’d thought she might be coming down with something, but there was no sign of it now.