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Chapters (49)
  1. Also by
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright Page
  4. Epigraph
  5. CHAPTER ONE
  6. CHAPTER TWO
  7. CHAPTER THREE
  8. CHAPTER FOUR
  9. CHAPTER FIVE
  10. CHAPTER SIX
  11. CHAPTER SEVEN
  12. CHAPTER EIGHT
  13. CHAPTER NINE
  14. CHAPTER TEN
  15. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  16. CHAPTER TWELVE
  17. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  18. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  19. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  20. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  21. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  22. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  23. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  24. CHAPTER TWENTY
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  34. CHAPTER THIRTY
  35. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  43. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  44. CHAPTER FORTY
  45. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  46. CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
  47. CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
  48. EPILOGUE
  49. Teaser chapter

“Mateo is working out the final details. Walt’s a little old for a trip this tough, so Kyle is going to guide. With luck, we’ll be heading into the mountains at first light tomorrow.”

He could almost see the excitement shining in Abby’s golden eyes.

“You don’t waste any time,” she said.

His gaze remained on her face. “Maybe I have a good reason to finish and get us back to Denver.”

Abby’s cheeks flushed. “I guess we’ll see,” she said, echoing his words.

Gage just smiled. Abby wasn’t the only one who could be determined. Sooner or later, Abigail Holland was going to find that out.

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER TWELVE

THEY HEADED FOR THE SUPERSTITION MOUNTAIN MUSEUM, WHICH sat on a ten-acre chunk of desert back down the road toward town. There wasn’t much there, Abby thought, as Gage drove up the dusty lane and parked the SUV, but as they began to wander the trails, passing a huge ore crusher that caught Gage’s attention, an old barn, and a number of wooden outbuildings, there was definitely plenty to be learned.

“Lots of mines in this area at one time,” Gage said. “Most of them played out by now.”

“So it’s logical there could have been a big discovery in the Superstitions way back when.”

“Or more than one. The trouble is, hundreds of people have tried to find gold in the Superstitions, and no one ever has. At least not since Jacob Waltz.”

“The Dutchman.”

“That’s right.”

“No one until now,” Abby said with a grin.

Gage’s smile reminded her of his hot kiss last night, and desire curled in her abdomen. She had never been obsessed with a man before, and she didn’t like it.

Focusing on the here and now, she passed a WATCH FOR SNAKES sign and ignored a shiver. As they headed into the museum, a man in his fifties with light brown hair going gray walked toward them.

“You must be Logan,” he said to Gage. Abby figured the man had probably looked Gage up after he’d made the appointment and recognized him from photos and articles on the internet.

“That’s right. Gage Logan.”

“I’m Isaac Mason.” The men shook hands. Gage introduced her, and Isaac shook her hand. “Always nice to talk to people interested in history.”

Gage asked questions as Isaac gave them a tour of the museum. “We’re particularly interested in anything you can tell us about the Peralta family,” Gage said.

Isaac started nodding. “The connection between the Superstitions and the Peraltas dates back to the sixteen hundreds. Pedro Peralta was governor of New Mexico in 1610 when it was a province of New Spain.”

Abby had read that, understood the long-standing family connection to the area.