Eagle Mine

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River of Life ChroniclesThe Legend of Eagle Mine

byJ. D. Jewitt

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Carefully, they hoisted the man's battered body and carried him to the local doctor. There, in a heat-driven madness, the young man boasted of his discovery.

Hearing his tale, the listeners grew green with envy. They gripped the fellow. Shaking him, they

demanded to know the location of the gold mine. To their shock their sole source of information

suddenly laughed maniacally.Then, his head jerked backward, and he crashed to the floor. Horrified, the others stared. The

doctor knelt to check the poor fellow's pulse. Glancing up, he shook his head grimly. Some in the room

inquired about the gold. Angered by their greed, the doctor shoved them from the room.When he turned around, his patient had vanished. Only the man's journal lay on the table.

Curious, the physician thumbed through the pages until his eyes fell upon the sketch of the bald eagle.

Scrawled at the bottom of the page were the words "Eagle" and "Mine."Scratching his head, the doctor pondered the crude clues before him. Without further

information the cavern of gold would be lost forever. Since the physician held no desire for riches, he

left the journal in the hands of the sheriff.

For the next forty years scores of men and women scoured the countryside in search of thetreasure. None succeeded. Their only landmark was the eagle's nest. Over time, the mine became a

legend. The greed of searchers turned to frustration and anger.

Man and woman fought over the drawing. Eventually, the sketch again found its way into thegood doctor's hands. Realizing the dangers it held, the man packed his supplies and left. Many pursued

the fellow.

But, like the man who discovered the mine, the doctor, too, seemed to vanish like a ghost.Despite their mysterious disappearance others still stubbornly scoured the area. Some claimed the

sketch concealed a map, which would lead whoever found it straight to the fabled Eagle Mine.

"That's quite a story, old-timer," Billy Segal commented.

"Ain't no story," the white-bearded fellow rasped. "It's a legend." Billy nodded absently. He'd heard the

story time and time again. It was his fifth trip to Kibney, Nevada, with his Uncle Sydney. Billy never

really understood his uncle's fascination with the area.As far as he was concerned, Kibney was just another lost cause, another God-forsaken, ghost

town-turned tourist trap that had fallen flat on its face. Very few travelers gave the decaying town a

second glance as they cruised down Highway 95 between Gerlach and Winnemucca.The most intriguing sight along this route, aside from Kibney, was the Black Rock Desert

several miles west. There, legend stated, the infamous Mad Luke had discovered Eagle Mine.

Uncle Sydney had spent the last six years studying this myth.Billy wasn't completely sure for which his uncle lusted more, the treasure or the history. As

best-selling author, Sydney Taylor had captured his audiences with tales of legends from Medieval to

Colonial eras. However, the past few years had proven rather futile.

Uncle Sydney had grown obsessed with Eagle Mine. It seemed to Billy as though the man hadforgotten the reason he'd begun his study. Now, all the man did was collect books on the topic.

"She's out there somewhere," the old coot across from him wheezed. Billy glanced in the

speaker's direction. Coughing slightly, the geezer drained the last of his whiskey and face-planted onthe wooden table.

Despite his droning repetitiveness, Billy depended on the fellow's tales for entertainment.

Kibney had no television or arcades."It's a good experience for you!" Uncle Sydney had insisted. "You can't sit in front of a

television forever!" Ironically, it was the monotonous visits in this depleted town that felt like eternity.

Sighing, Billy leaned back and placed his feet on the table.

He glanced around the deserted Spur Saloon. Aside from Billy and the inebriated storyteller, the bartender was the only other occupant. A short, pudgy man with a grimy face, Mr. Sims, at first glance,

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seemed a gruff, irritable type of fellow.However, nothing could have been further from the truth. In reality the bartender was the most

pleasant individual Billy had ever encountered. At the moment his dirty scowl was attributed to the

plump rat, which perched on the counter.

Billy grinned slightly as Mr. Sims and the rat engaged in their daily staring contest. The rodentnibbled on a piece of cheese the pudgy bartender always placed on the counter in anticipation of the

fury creature's routinely visits.

His behavior only solidified Billy's opinion of the town. There was nothing to do. Leaning hishead back, the young man rubbed his eyes and returned his attention to the town drunk. After hearing

the elderly man snore several moments, Billy shook his head and rose from his seat.

He passed Mr. Sims, who never once broke eye contact with his fuzzy customer. Leaving theSpur Saloon, Billy glanced from one side of the empty street to the other. A lone tumbleweed bounced

along the dirt road. Wooden shutters creaked on their rusty hinges.

A vulture perched on the roof of the old Sheriff's office. Curiously, the bird cocked its head

from one side to the other. Then, it flew away in search of food. Billy bitterly wished he could sproutwings and fly.

Burying his fantasies of escape, the teenager sauntered down the wooden porches of the town.

Fortunately, the roofs covering these areas protected him from the sun. In this time of year the heat wasmiserable.

Several moments later, Billy reached the school house. The white building was located right

next to the town church near the end of town. Ascending the surprisingly sturdy steps, the young man pushed the door open. His Uncle Sydney sat at a desk behind a tower of books.

Time and again, the diligent fellow had combed the pages of the town records. What he was

looking for Billy couldn't guess. His uncle never bothered to tell him. Even now, the writer failed toacknowledge his nephew's presence. Eyes glued to the book, he carefully turned yet another page.

"Can we leave yet?" Billy whined. No response. However, the teenager didn't really expect one.

His uncle drifted into another world when he researched. An Indian raid wouldn't have shaken his

concentration. Billy chuckled, remembering the first encounter with the Shoshone Indians.The group occupied the cliffs behind Kibney. They enjoyed their privacy. When Uncle Sydney

had originally strolled into the town, he'd been met with suspicion. Since their grim Trail of Tears in

1905, any white man invading their territory had been met with hostilities.Fortunately, the Shoshone tribe realized Sydney Taylor had no interest in forcing them out. So,

they had left him alone. Billy wondered if his uncle even recalled the incident. Probably not. The man

was notorious for his selective memory.For example he had promised Billy they'd leave at three that afternoon. It was five o'clock. His

uncle showed no sign of quitting anytime soon. Shaking his head, Billy glanced around the dusty

school house. The writing board was the only object in tact. Everything else was falling apart.

Sighing, Billy decided to head to the water tower on the other side of town. His uncle constantlywarned the teenager against climbing the rickety old structure, but nothing worked. Sydney's attention

was always on his research, nothing else.

Billy walked down the dusty road, ignoring the blistering sun on his back. He reached the water tower and scaled the rugged ladder. Reaching the top, the young man glanced into the clear water

inside. Thirty feet in diameter, the water tower was perfect for swimming.

Also, a system of pipes ran from the structure to an underground pool, which kept the water fresh and clean. Billy stripped to his boxers and dived in. The coolness of the water refreshed him

instantly.

Relaxing, the young man sank into the crystal depths. For a moment he sat on the stone bottom,

staring into the blue sky. The water created a unique ripple effect, which made the sky seem as if itwere waving to him. Billy closed his eyes.

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He pushed off with his feet and shot to the upward. Surfacing, the teenager gasped for breath ashe wiped the water from his eyes. Suddenly, the young man pricked his ears. Was that a car engine?

Impossible!

Swimming to the edge, Billy reached up and lifted himself upward until his head peeked over

the wooden wall. Peering down, he studied the winding road. A car appeared in the distance. Confused,Billy watched as the vehicle cruised into the town. The driver parked outside the Spur Saloon and shut

off the engine. Two men emerged.

They strode quickly into the saloon. Ten minutes later, they reappeared. Entering their vehicle,the duo slammed the doors and started their engine. Wheels squealing, the vehicle sped from the

saloon. To Billy's surprise they raced toward the desert, not the highway.

"Treasure hunters," the young man grunted. Shaking his head, the young man watched as thecar sped out of sight. He had seen several such individuals on his trips here. Never had anyone even

come close to finding Eagle Mine.

Billy wondered if people just searched for fun. They had no map. They had no picture. They

had no hope. With a sigh the teenager slipped back into the water. Closing his eyes, he floated calmly.Sometimes, the young man remained there for hours until his body was wrinkled as a prune.

Billy's mind wandered back to Las Vegas. That's where the fun rested. Everywhere you looked,

there was something to do. While his uncle disapproved of gambling, Billy consistently slipped into thecasinos. Curiously, he'd eye the colored dice as they'd rolled across the tables.

Participants would cheer or groan at the outcomes. The young man wondered what it was like to

feel the thrill of chance. Would you win or lose? Nothing was certain. Tearing his mind from thedaydream, Billy opened his eyes and swam to the edge of the water tower.

Moments later, he was dry, dressed, and walking the dusty street toward Spur Saloon. When he

entered, Mr. Sims was leaning against the counter, head down in deep thought. Billy had never seen the bartender like this.

The man was obviously disturbed about something. He didn't even glance towards his furry

companion, who munched the last of the yellow cheese. Shrugging, Billy approached his usual seat

near the back."Ever talked with the Devil, sonny?" Mr. Sims inquired suddenly. Surprised, Billy stopped and

faced the rugged fellow. The bartender eyed him with an uncharacteristic solemnness. Grimly, Mr.

Sims glanced from Billy to the doorway."There's greed in their eyes," the bartender mumbled. "No good never come from folks like

that." The man's expression spooked Billy. Backing away, the teenager hurried to his table and sat

down. A guzzled chuckle from the old timer across the room caught his attention."They're coming," the drunk gurgled. "And this time, there'll be blood." Billy swallowed.

Nervously, he slipped his hand over the .357 Magnum Ruger at his belt. Billy may have been a city

boy, but he could shoot with pinpoint accuracy.

Uncle Sydney believed every boy should know some means of defense and know it well.Consequently, they frequented shooting ranges and self-defense classes. Anyone who attacked his

nephew would pay a heavy price.

Nervously, Billy tapped his six-shooter. He nearly drew his weapon when the sound of anengine reached his ears. Swallowing, the young man crouched down and watched the doorway. The car

cruised to a stop outside.

With a wheeze the motor ceased. Two car doors opened and shut. Billy's grip on his pistoltightened as footsteps fell closer and closer. A tall shadow appeared in the doorway.

Slowly, the figure pushed the doors open and stepped inside. Standing tall, the stranger glanced

around the room searchingly. His eyes fastened on Mr. Sims.

"Pardon me, good sir," he called with a notable accent, "where might one find a Mr. SydneyTaylor?" Billy gasped.

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CHAPTER TWOGIRL WITH AN ATTITUDE

"Well, speak up, man!" the visitor exclaimed. "We've business to attend!" Mr. Sims gave hissharply-dressed customer a curious glance. Billy could tell the bartender was weighing whether or not

to answer truthfully. The man had an understandable mistrust of outsiders.

Most who arrived in Kibney were only after the treasure of Eagle Mine. They didn't care aboutanything else. Carefully, Billy slipped from his seat and crept around behind the newcomer. When

the stranger failed to notice him, the teenager crept under the doorway to freedom.

Stepping outside, Billy breathed a sigh of relief. The teenager straightened and turned to leave.As he moved forward, Billy tripped over a pair of legs stretched across the sidewalk. He crashed to the

ground.

Groaning, the young man rolled over and gazed into the shocked, green eyes of a girl about his

age. She leaned forward and eyed him curiously,"Are you alright?" she exclaimed. Before Billy could answer, the sharply-dressed fellow from

inside burst from the doors. His eyes darted to Billy, who had just reached his feet. Anger leaped into

the man's eyes."What're you doing to my daughter!" he shouted.

"She tripped me!" Billy exclaimed. Obviously, the father didn't buy his story. Stepping forward, the

man gripped the teenager's arm. Big mistake. Instinctively, Billy gripped the attacker's wrist. Withinseconds the fellow was kneeling on the ground with his arm twisted behind his back.

"You're breaking my arm!" the man cried.

"What's going on here?" Uncle Sydney shouted. Billy looked up in surprise as his uncle raced down thewalkway. "What's the meaning of this!" Uncle Sydney demanded. The stranger stared in shock when he

realized Sydney was yelling at him and not his captor.

"My name is Reginald Feeny," the fellow explained. "I understand you're the chap to talk to of

the Eagle Mine." Instantly, Uncle Sydney's eyebrows rose in curiosity. He nodded to Billy, whocautiously released his prisoner. Rising, Mr. Feeny massaged his sore arm.

After an irritable glance at Billy the gentleman turned to Uncle Sydney. "Your legend has

stretched much further than your borders," he stated. "Reached clear to London, by Joe." Apparently,the man expected a reaction. He was clearly surprised when Uncle Sydney remained stone-faced.

Clearing his throat, Mr. Feeny continued, "A chap arrived in London decades ago carrying with

him a peculiar drawing. Strange thing, it was. Half the sketch appeared to be missing."While Mr. Feeny wound his tale, Billy's attention drifted to the girl, who'd tripped him earlier.

She hadn't moved an inch. Whether she was shy or just as bored, Billy didn't know. Her plaid shirt and

blue jeans contrasted dramatically to Feeny's sharply pressed suit.

She probably wanted to blend in. However, her companion, apparently oblivious to styles, didlittle to aid her cause. The young woman's jet-black hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and her

green eyes studied her surroundings curiously.

"Billy," Uncle Sydney called, breaking through his thoughts, "I'm taking Mr. Feeny to theschool house. Please keep his daughter company." Baby-sitting? Seriously? Billy couldn't hide his

surprise or his irritation. Uncle Sydney didn't even acknowledge his nephew's reaction.

Turning, he sauntered down the dusty street with Reginald Feeny tailing behind. As theydisappeared down the road, Billy turned his attention to the girl, who eyed him searchingly. The

young man shook his head.

"Least you're dressed for the country," he commented. His observation caused the girl's mouth

to twitch as she resisted a smile. Obviously, she wasn't here by choice. Five minutes and they alreadyhad something in common.

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Billy turned his heel and stalked toward the Sheriff's office. He reached the opposite side of thestreet and entered the building. When he disappeared inside, the young woman decided she preferred

his company to the bouncing tumbleweeds.

Jumping up, she jogged across the street. Billy noticed the awkwardness of her run. Obviously,

she was unaccustomed to her boots. Billy opened a drawer of the office desk and retrieved a package of Zebra-striped gum. He tossed a piece to her when she entered. The girl glanced at it and glared.

"What?" she exclaimed. "You think I've got bad breath?" Surprised, Billy stood still a moment.

Then, he popped a piece of gum into his mouth. Chewing momentarily, he studied his companion, whocontinued to stare angrily.

Then, the young man chuckled and walked out the door. "What's so funny?" the young woman

demanded."I can't tell you," he called back. Aggravated, the girl grudgingly unwrapped the gum and

shoved it into her mouth. Though she tried to hide it, Billy caught the sparkle of delight in her eyes.

She liked the gum. They walked down the sidewalk, avoiding the blazing sun. The young woman

finally broke the silence."So, why are you here?" she muttered.

"My uncle is a wanted criminal, so he hides out here where no one wants to look," Billy answered.

"Figures," his companion retorted. "Your country was founded by criminals!" Her responsestartled Billy.

"I was being sarcastic!" he exclaimed.

"I wasn't," she replied. Billy gritted his teeth. The girl had added insult to injury in five brief minutes.He glanced back at the Sheriff's Office. The jail cell still worked. Maybe, he could...No! That wouldn't

solve anything. She'd just scream until Mr. Sims released her.

"You haven't answered my question," the young woman noted. "Why are you here?""Obsession," Billy answered. "My Uncle is stuck on the legend. Just can't let it go."

"Looks like we're in the same boat," his companion observed. "My uncle's dragged me clear

from Europe to find it. It's probably not even real!" Billy felt the same way. All the stories he'd heard

never once rang true. In fact they seemed to grow each time he heard them.The only person who wound a consistent story was the old drunk in the saloon. His details

never changed. Once, Billy tried to trap him by asking questions. Each attempt failed..

"How do you live here?" the girl exclaimed. She wrinkled her nose in disgust and choked on thedust. Billy suddenly sprinted toward the Spur Saloon. Ignoring the girl's shouts, he burst through the

doors and raced to his table in the corner.

By the time his annoying companion entered, the teenager had dove under the table andvanished from sight. Irritated, the young woman sniffed snobbishly and moved briskly to another table.

"You're new 'round these parts," a husky voice observed. The girl turned to the reclining drunk

across the room. He chuckled, which sounded more like a gurgle.

"Take a bath," she snapped, tossing her hair."The mine's close," the geezer wheezed. "That's what you're here fer ain't it? Startled, the girl stared.

Jumping up, she rushed to the drunk's table.

"What do you know about that mine?" she demanded."The stories I could tell," the other replied. "The stories I could tell..." The fellow's head rolled to the

side. Then, the old-timer crashed onto the table. Shaking, the girl backed away. She shivered.

Concerned, Billy emerged from his hiding place."He's an odd one, isn't he?" the teenager noted. The young woman slowly turned to face him.

"The mine's real," she whispered, glancing toward the drunkard. "I must learn what this man knows!"

"He'll be out for awhile," Billy informed her. "Might as well take a seat." Dumbly, the girl

complied. Joining her, Billy eyed her curiously. "Still don't know your name," he noted."Jessica," the other responded. "Jessica Feeny."

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CHAPTER THREEDANGEROUS PAIR

Billy couldn't contain a smirk as Jessica stumbled over the dusty ground in her boots. The girlmade a comical sight. Every time she nearly tripped, the young woman gasped in aggravation. Finally,

they arrived at the school house. Bursting inside, Jessica raced to her father.

“The mine's real!” she cried. Startled, Mr. Feeny and Uncle Sydney looked up.“What, what?” Mr. Feeny exclaimed. “How do you know?”

“A man...” the girl wheezed. “He said it's close, very close!” Uncle Sydney glanced at Billy,

who nodded. The writer chuckled, realizing Jessica had met the saloon's drunkard.“Where is this man?” Mr. Feeny demanded, leaping to his feet. Before Jessica and her father

could bolt, Uncle Sydney placed a firm hand on the Englishman's shoulder.

“The drunk can wait,” he assured them. Mr. Feeny shot his daughter a curious eye. Drunkard?

“Your father provided an essential piece to our puzzle, Billy.” His nephew cocked his head to one side.“Our puzzle?” he thought. “Since when was this my thing?” Mr. Feeny evidently caught the

teenager's expression. He glanced at Uncle Sydney.

“You've yet to tell him your findings!” he exclaimed. “My dear chap, this is most unorthodox!Why, I relay all my knowledge to my dear Jessica.” While the Englishman had caught Billy's

expression, he completely missed that of his daughter.

Rolling her eyes, the young woman walked briskly toward a chair and sat down. Uncle Sydneyretrieved a book from his stack and carefully opened. After a brief moment he found the appropriate

paragraph.

“Kibney was officially labeled a curse in 1889. Residence of the town swore they saw the miner walking the streets at night. So spooked were the townsmen, many fled Kibney in terror. Slowly, the

area became a ghost town, its empty streets walked only by the ghost of Mad Luke.”

“A ghost? Jessica groaned, rolling her eyes. “Seriously?”

“Visions of drunkards, no doubt,” Mr. Feeny sniffed. “Utter nonsense. Who in their right mind wouldup and depart on the words of the inebriated?”

Billy remained silent as the others mocked the tale. A rational young man, he wasn't usually

worried by ghost stories. However, this was different. Two visits ago, Billy had sworn he'd heardsomeone walking down the sidewalk outside the saloon.

No one patrolled that area at three in the morning. No one. A chill ran down his spine. Could he

have heard the cursed spirit of Mad Luke? Shaking awake his uneasiness, Billy returned his attention tothe conversation at hand.

“There're some spare bedrooms in the Spur Saloon,” Uncle Sydney was saying. “They're small,

but they're comfortable.”

“I believe thanks are in order,” Mr. Feeny noted. “Jessica and I shall retrieve our things then.”The Englishman eyed Billy, who stood in a daze. “Could I trouble your nephew's strength a moment?”

Mr. Feeny inquired.

“Huh?” Billy grunted, wrenched from his thoughts. Uncle Sydney nodded absently.“I'll join you later,” he mumbled. “I've things to do.”

“Quite so,” Mr. Feeny sighed. “Come along, children.” Children? Billy closed his eyes tightly.

The teenager was hoping these newcomers would deliver him from boredom. Not once, had heconsidered this nightmarish scenario.

Grunting, Billy glanced over his shoulder as they left. Uncle Sydney stood and walked quietly

to the chalk board. Thoughtfully, the author reached out and traced the rough material. Billy recognized

that posture. His uncle was onto something.

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“Careful with that!” Jessica exclaimed. “I just bought it!” Billy fought back a nasty retort as hehoisted the heavy suitcase up the stairs. For the past half hour, Jessica had barked orders. Did the girl

bother to help? Of course not!

Mr. Feeny had occupied himself with various papers in his brief case, leaving the teenagers to

unpack. Billy wondered how the man had even found Kibney. He seemed completely helpless in thisrough territory. Nevertheless, the Englishman man was here.

As Billy struggled with the last three bags, his foot caught on the stairs. Crashing to the ground,

the young man lay for a moment wondering what had just happened. Jessica's angry shouts cleared anyconfusion his minor concussion provided.

Aggravated, Billy staggered to his feet and stormed down the stairs. He ignored Jessica's angry

shouts and sulked to his table. Leaning back in the chair, the young man closed his eyes and massagedhis aching temples.

He was vaguely aware of Jessica's shouts from upstairs. At the moment the fellow's chief

concern was his throbbing headache. Just then, his tormentor reached his chair. Gripping his arm, the

young woman jerked him forward.“You're not done!” she declared. Billy stubbornly planted his feet on the wooden floor and

refused to budge. With equal stubbornness, Jessica clutched his arm and tried in vain to pry her

reluctant package mule back to work.Just then, Mr. Feeny appeared at the top the of the stairs. He observed their behavior with a note

of amusement. Never had the Englishman encountered such a battle of wills. Usually, his daughter won

these matches, that is, if one could call them competitions.Finally, Jessica released Billy's arm. Believing the conflict was over, the young man closed his

eyes and relaxed. Then, Jessica, out of pure frustration, gave him a solid kick in the shin. Surprised, the

teenager yelped and gripped his bruised ankle.Jessica smiled proudly. However, her smirk vanished when Billy jumped up, snatched up his

chair, and proceeded to chase her around the room. Mr. Feeny wasn't sure whether to gasp or laugh.

Before he could decide, Billy suddenly skidded to a halt.

The hum of a car engine reached Jessica and Mr. Feeny's ears. Billy dropped his chair and racedupstairs. As he disappeared around the corner, the motor outside stopped. Two men entered. Sweat

streamed down their faces. They sauntered to the bar.

Without awaiting their orders, Mr. Sims produced two large bottles of water. Greedily, thestrangers snatched up the containers and consumed the liquid. Jessica wrinkled her nose at their lack of

manners. Draining the bottles, the men leaned heavily against the counter.

Apparently, the duo felt eyes upon them. Turning, they glanced suspiciously toward the Feenys.One simply turned around and ignored them. The other faced the father and daughter. His fingers

tapped the .45ACP Smith and Wesson pistol at his side.

“Good day, gentlemen,” Mr. Feeny stated with a nod.

“What Spaghetti Western you walk out of?” the rugged fellow sneered.“Hank!” the man leaning against the counter snapped. “That's enough!” Hank's mocking sneer

transformed into a brooding scowl.

“Yer no fun, Dirk,” he complained. Without turning his head Dirk eyed his companion's fingers,which still drummed rhythmically on his pistol. When Dirk met his eyes, Hank slowly pulled his hand

from his sidearm. The man feared his partner.

As the two returned to their empty bottles, Jessica glanced over her shoulder. Billy had vanishedaround the corner and hadn't returned. Curious, the young woman slipped from the stairs and rounded

the corner. Entering the hallway, the girl eyed the row of doors, which served as bedrooms.

As Jessica proceeded down the hallway, she noticed a door slightly ajar. Cautiously, the

teenager pushed the door open. Peeking inside, Jessica spotted the top of Billy's hat outside thewindow. Confused, the young woman crept forward.

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Billy crouched on the roof, just above the saloon's doorway. His tense posture told Jessicasomething was definitely wrong. As she reached him, Hank and Dirk appeared in the street below. Billy

stealthily slipped back inside, evading their attention.

The rugged men crossed the street and entered the Sheriff's Office. Jessica was baffled by

Billy's peculiar fascination with this fellows. She tried to speak, but Billy beat her to it.“They're a dangerous pair,” he murmured. “Avoid 'em when you can.”

“You're not my boss!” Jessica shot back indignantly. To her surprise, the young man completely

ignored her retort. Turning, Billy passed her and moved briskly down the hall.“Where are you going?” Jessica demanded. Again, the teenager ignored her. The young woman

grunted irritably. She didn't know what Billy was up to, but she was going to find out.

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CHAPTER FOUR FAMILY TREE

Billy brushed past Mr. Feeny and descended the stairs. Walking to the door, the young man peeked cautiously outside. Dirk and Hank were nowhere to be seen. Satisfied they were gone, Billy

slipped outside and crept silently down the sidewalk.

Jessica burst outside as the teenager vanished down an alleyway. Irritated, the girl grunted.What was wrong with this Yankee? He seemed to live in his own world. Sighing, Jessica reentered the

saloon. Mr. Sims stood at the counter, running a clean cloth across it.

Curious, Jessica approached him. The pudgy fellow never once looked up. He seemedcompletely consumed with his task. Jessica leaned on the counter.

“What's Billy's deal?” she inquired. “He's so jumpy!”

“Hank and Dirk've been before,” Mr. Sims replied without looking up. “They got trigger-happy.”

Jessica leaned forward, expecting the bartender to continue. The fellow said nothing more.The teenager wrinkled her nose. Were all Americans so closed-mouthed? Whirling, Jessica

sulked to a table and sat down. Removing her hat, the young woman fanned herself. Hadn't these

people heard of air conditioning? She closed her eyes.Since her father had found that sketch, they'd been on the move. The man, much like Billy's

Uncle Sydney, had become obsessed. Jessica thought he was foolish to chase fantasies of gold and

fortune. But, Mr. Feeny hadn't listened. Now, she was stuck here.So focused was Jessica on her problems that she failed to hear the footsteps outside. The

swinging doors opened. A pair of shined, black boots approached her. Sensing someone watching,

Jessica opened her eyes. Before her stood the most handsome teenager she had ever seen.“New around here?” the stranger inquired. Jessica was rarely speechless. However, she couldn't

bring herself to respond. All she could do was stare. The young man cocked his head to the side. A grin

spread across his tanned face.

“W...what're you staring at?” Jessica snapped, finally finding her voice.“A spitfire from what I can see,” the other responded chuckling. “Here on vacation?

“This what you Americans call vacation spots?” Jessica exclaimed indignantly. Her companion

laughed aloud and sat down.“You're a feisty one,” he remarked. “How'd you get way out here?” Finally, Jessica's attitude

returned. Turning her head, the young woman tossed her hair. Her companion's grin widened. He pulled

out a chair and sat down. Jessica realized he wasn't leaving anytime soon. She wasn't complaining.“My family's vacationing,” she answered. “Not that it's any of your business!” The stranger

didn't seem the least moved by her snobbish air. Instead, he laughed in amusement.

“Odd place to visit,” he observed, glancing around the empty saloon. “Wouldn't the Grand

Canyon or Mount Rushmore be more fitting?”“Buckingham Palaces puts anything here to shame!” Jessica sniffed. “You Americans take such

pitiful pride in the mediocre!”

“And you Brits can't hold onto a colony to save your life,” the other quipped. His quick retorttook Jessica off guard. Usually, her comments cut deeply, and her competition trudged away like a

whipped dog. Not this guy. He wasn't intimidated.

Before she could respond, Mr. Feeny appeared at the top of the stairs. Spying the strange boy,the man briskly strode down the staircase and joined them.

“New friend, my dear?” he inquired.

“Nothing of the sort!” Jessica retorted. The young man chuckled. Rising, he extended his hand to Mr.

Feeny, who eyed him suspiciously.“Randy Calvert,” he stated. Mr. Feeny cautiously shook the boy's hand. His eyes went from

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Randy to Jessica. Apparently, the young man realized the father's concern for his daughter. Tipping hishat, he took a step backwards.

“Well, it was nice meeting y'all,” he twanged. “See you around.” The young man turned his

back on the two and disappeared out the swinging doors. Mr. Feeny sighed and eyed his daughter.

“These Yankees are such flirts,” he noted, shaking his head. “I hope he didn't bother you, dear.”“I can take care of myself,” Jessica muttered. Her father nodded. Turning his heel, the Englishman

returned upstairs. He didn't see his daughter's expression change.

She wasn't planning on sitting here all day. With the appearance of Randy Calvert, she now hadsomething fun to do. Making sure her father had gone, the young woman quietly rose from her seat and

slipped outside. Mr. Sims watched from behind the counter with an amused smile.

“Young love,” he thought. “Some things never change.”

Billy slipped quietly behind the livery stable. Carefully, he peeked around the corner. Dirk and

Hank's car was still parked outside the Saloon. The young man's jaw tightened. This duo was trouble,

more trouble than he cared to think about.They had pushed Mr. Sims around last year. Only Billy's six-shooter had stopped their

harassment. However, Hank had made it clear that he wouldn't forget the incident. The man wasn't

someone who forgave easily. They wanted gold. This much was certain.With the arrival of the Feenys, circumstances were more problematic. The English visitors were

pretty slow when it came to danger. Jessica wouldn't know when to keep her mouth shut. And Mr.

Feeny was a joke at the highest praise.If Billy had subdued him, no telling what Dirk and Hank would do. No, he had to do something

fast. After making sure no one was watching, Billy slipped from behind the stables and sprinted down a

dirt path toward the neighboring hillside. He had someone to warn.

Jessica meandered down the deserted sidewalk. Glancing back and forth, she saw no sign of

Randy Calvert. He couldn't have gone far. Where was there to go in this desolate town? A slight noise

drew her toward the old barbershop.Slipping to the window, the young woman peered inside. Randy stood before a dusty mirror,

combing his hair. Jessica smiled and quietly entered the building. Spying her in the mirror, Randy

whirled around, apparently flustered.“Hair problems?” Jessica teased? A red glow burned on Randy's cheeks. Shaking away his

apparent embarrassment, the young man fought to attain his composure.

“Dust was in my hair!” he responded defensively. “Had to wash it out!”“Are you blushing?” Jessica smirked. Randy turned away from her in a futile effort to hide his chagrin.

“What're you doing here?” he mumbled.

“Looking for you,” Jessica answered. “There's nothing to do around here!” A sly grin spread across

Randy's handsome face. He faced her.“Fancy my company?” he inquired. Jessica ignored the conceit in his tone. She was too

enamored to recognize the flaws in this teenager.

“Do you have a swimsuit?” Randy inquired. “We could go swimming at the waterhole.”“I could go for a dip,” Jessica sighed, wiping the sweat from her brow.

“Great,” Randy grinned. “Why don't you change and meet me outside the saloon?” With an

enthusiastic nod, Jessica rushed from the barbershop. Randy watched her leave. The curtain in the back of the barbershop moved. Without turning around, Randy spoke.

“We need a better meeting place,” he stated grimly. “That was too close.”

“You really think those Brits have something?” Dirk inquired, slipping from behind the curtain.

“Trust me,” Randy replied evenly. “They crossed an ocean. They've got something. And we'regonna get it.”

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Mr. Feeny entered the school house. Wiping his brow, the Englishman glanced around the

abandoned room. Where had Sydney gone? The desk at the front of the room was piled with aging

books and manuscripts. The author had been busy.

Walking to the desk, Mr. Feeny glanced over the open page. The book listed names dating back to the 19th century. Curious, the Englishman traced his finger under the names. Suddenly, his eyes

spotted a red line under one of the names: Miss Isabel Campbell.

Apparently, the woman served as the school teacher for five years. Her career ended before shewas even thirty. Mr. Feeny scratched his chin. Most teachers served 'til their late forties. Why had this

woman's employment ended so abruptly?

Mr. Feeny sorted through the books scattered across the table. According to town records, MissIsabel was highly regarded for her teaching abilities. Her students learned quickly. As he browsed the

lines, Mr. Feeny's eyes caught another book of names to his right. A name was highlighted.

Carefully, the Englishman placed his current book on the desk and reached for the list of names.

As his eyes browsed, he pondered the relevance of the highlighted name: Milo Whitley. Why hadSydney found this particular student so intriguing?

Just then, a creaking caught his attention. Surprised, the man jumped from his chair and stared

toward the back of the room. Cautiously, he approached the closet and opened the door. As he scannedthe small room, a trapdoor suddenly opened. Stunned, Mr. Feeny leaped backward in surprise.

Sydney Taylor emerged from the trapdoor. He closed it and brushed past Mr. Feeny without a

word. Shaking away his shock, the Englishman hurried after the author, who seemed preoccupied tosay the least. Uncle Sydney walked briskly to the desk of books.

“Pardon my curiosity,” Mr. Feeny remarked, “but what were you doing down there?”

“Underground schoolhouse,” Uncle Sydney mumbled. “Most blacks weren't allowed to study withwhites. Not every teacher shared that ideal.”

“Miss Isabel taught blacks under the school floor?” he inquired. “Fascinating!”

“She was a unique woman,” Uncle Sydney responded absently. “Had a soft spot for the under

privileged and mentally handicapped.”“Mentally handicapped?” Mr. Feeny inquired, scratching his head. Uncle Sydney gently lifted

the book of names from the desk and handed it to the Englishman.

“She had one special student in particular,” he stated.“Milo Whitley?” Mr. Feeny inquired, noting the underlined name. “Of what value is he?

“He's not,” Uncle Sydney replied. “But his brother Luke is.”

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CHAPTER FIVESHOSHONE BRAVES

Gasping for breath, Billy hauled himself up the cliff wall. He hated this climb. Everyday, theyoung man completed a thirty-minute job, and this chore still exhausted him. Sitting on the ledge, Billy

wiped his brow and struggled to catch his breath.

From this vantage point, he could see the entire town of Kilbey. Billy had climbed this mountainseveral times and watched the sunrise. Nothing was more beautiful. Yellow light reflected off the desert

sands as the sun peeked over the distant horizon.

“Admiring the scenery?” a deep voice inquired. Billy jumped and nearly fell off the ledge.Catching himself, the young man rose shakily to his feet. A tall, powerfully built teenager stood before

him. His brown eyes studied Billy quizzically.

“You know, one of these days I'm actually gonna fall!” Billy complained. The Indian before him

seemed determined to keep a straight face. However, a grin tugged at the corners of his mouth.“Always were a jumpy kid,” he commented.

“They're back, Misae,” Billy stated grimly. The Indian amused smirk vanished. A dark scowl replaced

it. Misae walked to the edge and stared over out over the town.“They won't give up, will they?” he inquired tensely. Billy shook his head sadly. Misae nodded.

Turning, the young man headed up the narrow pathway. He glanced over his shoulder.

“You coming, white boy?” Misae called. Billy frowned. After all this time, this Shoshone stillcalled him “white boy.” What was so amusing about this title? Grinding his teeth, Billy followed Misae

up the pathway.

The hike did little to refresh his energy. As he trudged along, Billy desperately wished he'd brought his water bottle. Dehydration wasn't high on his to-do list. Just then, the duo reached a large

cavern in the rocks. They entered.

Inside, the sunlight shimmered through the gaping holes in the ceiling. A gurgling pond bubbled

toward the back of the spacious cavern. A waterfall cascaded nearly thirty feet from above. This wasMisae's family home.

Billy leaned against the entrance in a futile effort to catch his breath. Misae meandered along

without a problem. Nothing ever seemed to tire him. Panting, Billy walked inside and sat heavily beside the cavern pond. For a moment, he stared dumbly at the cool water.

Then, he dunked his head in it. Misae's hearty laugh sounded muffled underwater. Oddly

enough, Billy was in no rush to breathe. He kept his head submerged. A gentle hand on his back causedhim to look up. An Indian girl grinned down at him.

“You trying to be a fish?” she inquired.

“Life-long dream,” Billy replied sarcastically.

“You're an odd one,” the girl remarked. With an amused smile she stood and joined her brother near a smoking fire. Billy wiped the water from his eyes and watched her momentarily. Lomasi,

Misae's younger sister, was always teasing him. He didn't mind.

Her name meant “pretty flower,” which described her perfectly. The Shoshone would haveturned the head of any guy at his school. Her jet-black hair, weaved into a long braid, fell to her waist.

She had a notably athletic figure and a pair of sharp, inquisitive brown eyes.

However, it was Lomasi's smile that always entranced him. Misae's voice suddenly jolted himfrom his spellbound state.

“How many this time?” he inquired. Shaking his head, Billy forced himself to focus.

“Dirk and Hank are back,” he answered. “Dunno how many they brought this time.” Misae frowned.

“Then, we need to find out,” he decided.

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Jessica opened her eyes and gazed upwards. From the bottom of the water tower, the sky lookedwavy. She smiled. Randy stared down at her. He hadn't wanted to dive. Jessica wondered if the young

man was afraid of water. He was consistently glancing toward the town.

Pushing off with her feet, Jessica surfaced. She gasped for breath and swam to the side of the

water tower. Randy chuckled and extended his hand. Gripping his wrist, Jessica pulled herself out of the water. She brushed her hair from her eyes.

Randy glanced toward the town again. His eyes seemed to search for something. Jessica cocked

her head to one side in open curiosity.“What's wrong?” she inquired.

“Huh,” her companion responded absently. Jessica rolled her eyes. She was growing tired of this young

man's irritating habit of ignoring her. Jessica had hoped they could flirt, but Randy hadn't said much.“What's so great about this place?” Randy asked suddenly. Surprised, Jessica stared at him.

“I don't know,” she shrugged. Personally, the young woman found nothing desirable about this

rundown ghost town. She despised it.

“People drive through here all the time,” Randy commented thoughtfully. “Then, they turnaround and leave without another thought.” Jessica scratched her head in confusion. Randy had

transformed from a smooth-talking stud into a pondering philosopher.

“Maybe, it's the legend,” she suggested. “Maybe, they think they'll find gold.”“They won't,” Randy sighed. “That mine's been hidden one hundred years. Doubt if anyone'll find it.”

“Wish my father could see that,” Jessica muttered. “He's convinced it's real.”

“He must've found something to convince him,” Randy insisted. “Why would he cross an ocean?”“Just some sketch,” Jessica answered dismissively. “He dug it out of some library. It's just a

stupid eagle nest!” Randy chuckled.

“An eagle's nest?” he laughed. “He left England for that?”“Yeah,” Jessica returned. “Pretty stupid, huh?” Jessica closed her eyes. Consequently, she missed her

companion's chilling expression.

“Yes,” Randy responded with an evil smile. “Very.”

Billy stood at the edge of the cliff, gazing over the town. For now, everything seemed quiet, but

he wasn't fooled. With Hank and Dirk in town, trouble would come sooner than later. Turning his head

slightly, he jumped, spotting Lomasi standing beside him.“One of these days you're gonna give me a heart attack!” he gasped. The Shoshone girl laughed.

“You don't listen very well,” she commented. “That's why you miss so much.” Billy rolled his eyes and

shook his head. This girl always had something philosophical to say.“What of the visitors from England?” Lomasi inquired. “Are they a threat?”

“I don't think so,” Billy answered. “Doubt they'll last much longer out here.”

“We're but a breath in this life,” Lomasi murmured. “Who's to know how long we'll last?” Billy

was about to retort when a sudden noise rocked him. Instantly, Misae came barreling down the pathway, a rifle clutched in his hand.

Billy hurriedly slid over the side of the ledge. His companions followed. Together, the trio

scrambled down the ledge. Reaching the ground, the group raced toward Kilbey with all their might.They all knew they'd heard a gunshot.

Once in town, Billy sprinted towards the schoolhouse. Bursting through the doors, he stared in

horror at the scattered books and papers on the ground. As he approached the desk, a phone rang.Startled, the teenager sorted through the items on the desk and found his uncle's cell phone.

With a sinking feeling, Billy shakily lifted it. Dumbly, he stared from the phone to Misae and

Lomasi. Gritting his teeth, the young man closed his eyes and answered the phone. The voice on the

other end froze the blood in his veins.“I've got your uncle!” Hank hissed.

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CHAPTER SIXTHE SKETCH

Billy stood frozen on the wooden floor. He couldn't force his mind to work. Not that it mattered. No sooner had Hank spoken than the line went dead. The thug hadn't needed to harass him further. The

simple sentence had done the job.

The teenager finally lowered the phone. His enemy's words played over and over in his ears.Misae closed his eyes a moment. He did not need to ask. It was obvious what had happened. Scowling,

the Shoshone moved to the desk and began sorting through the material.

Suddenly, a noise drew everyone's attention. The closet door slowly squeaked open. Mr. Feenynervously poked his head outside. He was trembling.

“Are they gone?” he inquired shakily. Hearing the man's voice finally snapped Billy from his

state of shock. Angrily, the young man whirled around and charged the Englishman. Lomasi gasped

when Billy gripped Mr. Feeny by the collar.“You just let 'em go?” Billy shouted, shaking the older man. Suddenly, he felt Lomasi's firm but

gentle hand on his shoulder. Something about her touch calmed him. Trembling with rage, the young

man released Mr. Feeny and backed away. He walked to the desk and sat down heavily.“What happened here?” Lomasi asked Mr. Feeny.

“Those ruffians!” the man gasped. They burst in here without so much as an invitation screaming at

your uncle. Everything got quiet. Then...then, there was a gunshot. I...I...” He couldn't continue.Just then, Jessica and Randy burst through the door. Billy took one look at Randy and drew his

six-shooter. Horrified, Jessica leaped in front of Randy.

“Who's this?” Billy demanded. Randy chuckled in amusement. His smirk vanished when Misaethreateningly raised his rifle. Lomasi raised her hand. Without even glancing her direction, Misae

lowered his firearm. Their connection as brother and sister was strong.

“This is Randy!” Jessica exclaimed. “He's a friend.” Billy obviously didn't buy it. At this point,

he wasn't in a trusting mood.“Those men,” Mr. Feeny interjected. “They wanted the sketch. Sydney swore he didn't have it,

but they wouldn't believe him!”

“Sketch?” Billy responded in bewilderment. Mr. Feeny reached into his coat and retrieved asmall package. Laying it on the desk, the Englishman carefully untied the paper and pulled it back. The

teenagers stared at the decaying page.

“Looks torn,” Randy stated in surprise.“It is,” Mr. Feeny answered. “My research brought me half the map. Who knows where the rest lies.”

Randy's mouth twitched slightly in frustration.

“Those fools!” he thought bitterly. “They grabbed the wrong man!” Billy studied the crude

sketch of the eagle's nest.“I'd never would of believed it,” he murmured. “The stories...they're real!”

“Yes!” Mr. Feeny exclaimed. “You're Uncle was very close. Look!” The Englishman snatched the book

and pointed to a name.“Your Uncle found the brother of Mad Luke,” he explained. “He was a student here. A disabled

one, actually. It's possible the school teacher, a Miss Isabel, was an acquaintance of Mad Luke before

his discovery. But, we're not sure.”“What were you doing in there?” Lomasi asked, pointing toward the closet.

“Looking for clues in Isabel's basement,” the Englishman answered.

“Basement?” Billy asked in surprise. He hurried to the closet and threw the door open. The

trapdoor was still slightly ajar. Billy stared, dumbfounded. Then, he descended through the trapdoor and reached the floor twenty feet below.

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“This place is huge!” he called up. Moving forward, Billy stared in awe at the glistening cavern.Where did all the light come from? Staring at the stalactites, he got his answer. An eerie glow escaped

the odd moss, which encased the ceiling.

“This is creepy,” Billy muttered. Lomasi and Misae descended the stairs. They marveled at the

spaciousness of the cavern.“I never knew this place was here!” Misae breathed. “Incredible!” Billy moved toward the back

of the cave. He carefully avoided crude stools. There were two columns of stools. Sixteen in all. Pieces

of rotted wood littered the floor around the seats. Remains of writing slates.A large board, worn by time stood at the back of room. Moss covered much of the surface. Billy

stood before it in perplexity. Someone had scraped much of the moss from the board. He was not sure

if it's been his Uncle or Mr. Feeny.What was so important about this board? Suddenly, slight scratches in the left corner caught his

attention. Moving closer, the teenager squinted in the dim light. Just then, Mr. Feeny joined them. He

carried a flashlight. Solemnly, he handed it to Billy.

The teenager flashed the light over the scratches. At first, he wasn't sure what he was seeing.Then, Billy gasped in shock.

“It's an eagle!” he exclaimed.

“It's more than that,” Mr. Feeny whispered. “It's a clue. A clue to the location of Eagle Mine.”

Jessica studied the highlighted name in the book. Scratching her chin, her eyes scanned the

material before her. A worn leather binder caught her attention. Curious, the young woman carefully pulled the book from under the pile.

Jessica opened the book and gently thumbed through the pages. Intrigued, Randy approached

and glanced over her shoulder. Without looking up, Jessica spoke.“It's a journal,” she whispered. “I think it was the school teacher's.”

“It say anything interesting?” Randy inquired.

“Just girl stuff,” Jessica responded. “Nothing you'd understand.” Her companion chuckled and

walked away. Reaching the closet, he listened silently. Mr. Feeny was babbling about some chalkboarddownstairs. Thoughtfully, Randy turned back to Jessica.

The young woman was engrossed in Isabel's diary. Eagerly, she flipped another page. Rolling

his eyes, Randy walked to the front of the schoolhouse. He was about to speak when Jessica suddenlygasped and raced toward the closet.

Randy sprinted after her and joined her downstairs. Mr. Feeny glanced up when his daughter

burst into the room.“Look!” she exclaimed. The others crowded around her in anticipation. “Isabel had a lover!”

Jessica declared excitedly. Billy sighed.

“And that's valid how?” he muttered.

“It was Luke!” Jessica cried. “He was courting Isabel!”“That explains a few things!” Mr. Feeny noted. “When Mad Luke disappeared, it wasn't long

before Miss Isabel retired. That can't be a coincidence!” Lomasi glanced toward the blackboard at the

back of the cavern. Misae noted her pondering expression.“What is it?” he inquired. Without answering, Lomasi walked pointedly toward the blackboard.

Momentarily, she studied the surface where the moss had been scraped away. An idea struck her. The

group stared in confusion as the Shoshone carefully pulled away the layers of growth.Clearing the moss, Jessica studied the board carefully. Suddenly, she smiled. Billy walked

forward as the young woman touched the top, right corner of the blackboard. He could vaguely make

out the wings of a bird.

“The top left corner had an eagle head,” he murmured. “This side has wings.” He inspected the bottom corners. In the left bottom corner, he found bird legs. In the bottom right, he found a nest. Billy

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scratched his head in confusion.“I don't get it,” he admitted. “What's this supposed to tell us?”

“This is no ordinary board,” Misae noted, joining them. Reaching out, the Shoshone brushed his hand

against the board's surface. He pulled his fingers away and stared at the blue powder covering them.

“Fascinating,” Mr. Feeny breathed. “The entire board's covered with this powder. Maybe,there's a clearer drawing underneath.”

“You guys can research this if you want,” Billy stated.

“Where are you going?” Jessica demanded. In answer to her question, Billy drew his six-shooter. Heswitched off the safety.

“I'm going after my Uncle,” he stated solemnly.

“You won't even know where they are!” Jessica objected. Billy glanced at Misae. The Shoshone gavehim an understanding nod. Lomasi eyed her brother warily.

“Stay with the others,” Misae said quietly. “We'll be back.”

“Why are you Americans so dramatic?” Jessica groaned. Ignoring her, Misae plucked his rifle from

against the wall. He switched off the safety and met Billy's determined gaze.“Let's track 'em down,” he said evenly.

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CHAPTER SEVENSMOKING GUN

Uncle Sydney groaned and opened his eyes. Wincing, the author tried to rub his head. The ropes binding his wrists stopped him. At first, the fellow couldn't understand why he couldn't reach his head.

Finally, his head cleared. Slowly, Uncle Sydney sat up.

His room was dark and musty. Glancing around, he studied the cobwebs. Very little light filteredthrough the cracks between the wooden plank walls. Wherever he was, the man realized it was still

daylight. Despite the heat outdoors, his prison was surprisingly cool.

“Where am I ?” he wondered. Carefully, Uncle Sydney reached his feet. Moving to the wall, he put his face to the wall and peeked through the cracks. Something got in his eye. Blinking, the fellow

struggled in vain to clear his vision.

Eventually, the irritating itching ceased. Again, the author placed his eye to the crack. Surprised,

Uncle Sydney realized he was a good distance off the ground. He could see enough landmarks toconclude he was on the edge of town. A thought struck him.

“ No way!” he thought. Glancing upward, Uncle Sydney studied the dimly lit ceiling. Moss

covered it. As he studied the ceiling, Sydney suddenly noticed the moss covered not just the ceiling butthe walls and floor as well.

There wasn't enough light filtering in for these plants to photosynthesize. What was moss doing

in the water tower to begin with? Curiosity overpowered his desire to escape. Crouching, Sydneystudied the moss, which was vibrantly green.

It was then the author noted the dust sticking to his clothing. Sydney realized it was the same

color as the plant life. He sniffed the powder on his shirt and sneezed. His reaction suddenly snappedSydney back into reality.

Rising, the author walked to the wall. Peeking outside, he spied Hank sitting against the bottom

of the water tower. The thug was smoking a cigarette. His calmness disgusted the prisoner. The fact

Hank had just kidnapped and assaulted someone didn't seem to bother him.Uncle Sydney didn't plan on staying here much longer. Carefully, the author worked his bound

hands under his shirt. After a moment, he removed a switchblade. The handle caught on his shirt before

he fully freed it. The man took another moment to jerk it away.Switching it open, Sydney began sawing the ropes. He didn't know if Hank or Dirk would visit

him anytime soon, but he wanted no handicaps on his part. His enemies were no pushovers. They had

manhandled him with little effort earlier.Granted, the author hadn't offered much resistance. He hadn't had much confidence in Mr.

Feeny's physical capabilities and had decided not to involve him. So, the fellow had allowed the

ruffians to lead him from the schoolhouse.

Once they were a safe distance away, Sydney had suddenly elbowed Dirk in the temple,knocking him out. At this time his hands hadn't been tied. Hank had proven a stiffer challenge. The

blow Sydney had thrown at the hooligan's jaw had barely fazed the man.

Fortunately, Hank's blows had been less than controlled. Taking advantage of this, Sydney hadallowed his attacker to grow more and more angry. When Hank had missed yet another tackle, the

author had struck him full on the head with the butt of his pistol.

Just then, Dirk had regained consciousness. However, he could do little with Uncle Sydney'sloaded pistol trained on him. Before the author could question him, a shot had rung out. Surprised,

Sydney had glanced toward the noise.

The sound of Dirk barreling towards him had come too late. The thug had tackled him into the

wall. Sydney had struck his head and blacked out. Reviewing these events, Uncle Sydney was suddenly puzzled. After hitting his head so hard, he should have had a splitting headache, but he didn't.

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Misae knelt by the schoolhouse steps, studying the ground. Billy leaned against the stair railing.

Impatiently, he tapped the holster of his sidearm. Dirk and Hank had gone too far this time. Never once

had they stooped to kidnapping.

Now, his uncle was missing, and there was little way of finding him other than contacting Hank and Dirk. Billy wasn't even considering this possibility. You couldn't bargain with these men. They

wanted the mine and didn't care who they harmed.

Gritting his teeth, Billy recalled an instance two years ago when the unsavory duo had appeared.The men had asked questions about the mine. Mr. Sims hadn't offered much aid. Whether the thugs

realized the bartender knew nothing didn't seem to matter.

Angrily, Hank had grabbed the poor man's collar and had dragged him all the way over thecounter. The hooligan's strength had been impressive to say the least. Billy had appeared at the top of

the stairs and witnessed the situation.

In all fairness, the teenager had acted on instinct. Drawing his firearm, Billy had shot a glass

that Hank had raised to smash over Mr. Sims's head.“Next one goes in your eye!” Billy had snarled. Stunned by his accuracy, Hank had slowly

released his captive. Then, his eyes had narrowed.

“Let's see what you've got, kid!” Hank had challenged. “Come on! You and me!” Sneering, theman had patted his own pistol. Fortunately, Dirk had stopped his comrade before a gunfight had

erupted. However, Dirk's expression mirrored his partner's words.

Billy had single-handedly pushed himself to the top of their hit list. Consequently, he haddeliberately avoided the duo every time they came to town. Hank and Dirk never bothered Mr. Sims

again though, which meant his actions hadn't been in vain.

“They went this way,” Misae called, interrupting his thoughts. Shaking his head, Billy joinedthe Shoshone and eyed the set of tracks.

“Sure it's them?” he inquired.

“Tracks aren't important,” Misae returned. He pointed down the street. Dirk exited the barbershop. He

didn't seem to notice them. Billy's jaw tightened.“Let's go,” he said evenly.

Dirk looked up to see Billy approaching. An amused smirk spread across his rugged face. Wasthis kid really just gonna walk right up to him? He didn't have to wait long. Billy stopped four feet from

the ruffian and stood firmly.

“Where's my uncle?” he demanded.“Where's the mine?” Dirk sneered. He could tell Billy was fighting to control his emotions. The young

man was very close to Sydney Taylor and would undoubtedly do anything to get him back.

Dirk kept his eyes locked with Billy, who refused to budge. The teenager meant business,

though there wasn't much he could really do. Dirk could outdraw him any day, and he knew Billy knewit. So, what was his plan? Or, did he have a plan?

The cocking of a rifle behind him quickly gave Dirk his answer. Stiffening, the thug slowly

glanced behind him. He stared dumbly down the barrel of Misae's Browning Stalker rifle. Dirk knew better then to make any sudden moves.

Misae's reflexes and accuracy with guns was uncanny to say the least. Kicking himself for

falling for such a ploy, Dirk grudgingly returned his attention to Billy.“Shooting me won't bring your uncle back,” he snarled. The slight smile that spread across

Billy's face unsettled Dirk. Nervously, he glanced between the teenagers. Then, as if in slow motion, he

saw Billy give Misae a slight nod.

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Jessica carefully studied Isabel's diary. The school teacher had been very detailed in her writing.Fascinated, she turned another page. A certain passage caught her eye. It described a date between

Isabel and Mad Luke.

We took the buggy out of town. Luke was

so excited to show me something. I never

really fully understood this odd man. But,his difference made him intriguing. The other

men in this town are such pigs. They treat

the women here like objects. So, distasteful! Not Luke. We went to the gorge a few miles

from town. It stretches forever. Luke was so

sweet. He took my hand and told me nothing here could even match the beauty sitting next

to him. That boy could always make me blush.

Jessica giggled. This journal was better than a romance novel.

I swear if that boy ever asks me to marry him

I'll say yes. He couldn't be more perfect. My Pa would never approve of his work out here.

Pa never did favor miners, but I don't care.

When we get married, I'm leaving this town for good. We'll go somewhere, I don't know

where, nor do I care. We'll be together and

no one will try and pull us apart again.

Jessica gasped and put her hand over her mouth. Isabel had been in love. How romantic. Leaning back in her chair, the young woman placed the journal on the desk and closed her eyes. Footsteps reached

her ears.

Opening her eyes, Jessica eyed Randy as he exited the closet. The young man seemed troubledabout something. Jessica decided it was Sydney Taylor's disappearance. How caring of this stranger to

take such interest in their plight.

Suddenly, a shot rang out. Startled, Jessica fell backwards in her chair. Randy raced to the door and threw it open. He gaped in shock. Rising, Jessica hurried to the door. Her mouth dropped open and

she gasped in horror.

Billy stood over Dirk's body near the barbershop. The ruffian didn't move. Billy knelt down

beside Dirk. Jessica couldn't see what he was doing. However, Billy's actions hadn't captured her attention. Instead, she gaped dumbly at the smoking gun in Misae's hands.

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CHAPTER EIGHTTHE GOBLET

Billy gripped Dirk's arms and dragged him into the barbershop. Misae guarded his friend'sexposed back. If Hank were near-by, he would definitely start shooting. The thug wasn't known for

thinking. Dirk was the brains.

This was Billy's hope. With Dirk out of commission, perhaps his less thoughtful partner wouldmake a mistake. Granted, it was a long shot, but Billy didn't know what else to do. He had no idea

where they'd taken Uncle Sydney. If he got close, he'd probably never even know.

“They're watching,” Misae murmured. Billy glanced toward the schoolhouse. Jessica stood withher hands over her mouth in horror. Randy's face was twisted in anger.

“What's his game?” Billy wondered. He'd never seen Randy in Kilbey before. It was too big a

coincidence that he appeared the same time as Dirk and Hank. But, Billy couldn't be certain if the trio

was actually in cahoots.He decided to keep an eye on the newcomer. Misae tapped his rifle thoughtfully. Billy could tell

the Shoshone didn't trust Randy either. Dragging Dirk into the barbershop, Billy pulled him toward the

customer chair. With a grunt, he hoisted the man into the seat.Gasping, Billy leaned heavily against the chair. The man weighed a ton. Irritated, Billy glanced

around the room for something to bind the man. Suddenly, the teenager wished he'd thought this

through better.With a grunt Billy searched around the room for some sort of rope. Finally, he found several

cords left over from some long-forgotten bib. Chuckling, Billy plucked the worn barber's bib from the

floor and rolled it up. This wouldn't hold Dirk long, but it was better than nothing.Billy had struck him on the head pretty hard. When Misae fired a shot into the air behind him,

Dirk ducked instinctively. Unfortunately for him, this put the man in perfect position for Billy to land a

well-aimed strike to his temple. Dirk had barely moaned before hitting the ground.

As the teenager bound his enemy to the chair, Misae stuck his head in the door.“No sign of Hank,” the Shoshone reported. Billy nodded. He hadn't really expected Hank to come

running from his hiding place. The man was rash, but he wasn't stupid.

Completing his task, Billy turned back to his friend.“We can't leave him here,” he observed. “He'll just escape.”

“I'll get his legs,” Misae stated. “You take his arms.” With a nod Billy dragged Dirk toward

Misae. The muscled Shoshone gripped the unconscious man's leg and moved forward. Billy envied hiscompanion's strength. Misae was built like an Olympic gymnast.

Billy kept his back to the schoolhouse as they went. Misae carefully watched the surrounding

buildings. He didn't want to be ambushed. As they approached the schoolhouse, Jessica ran to them

with Randy close behind.“What've you done?” the girl screamed. The boys ignored her. They carried Dirk into the

schoolhouse and dropped him heavily on the floor. Billy wiped his brow.

“Man, that guy's heavy!” he exclaimed. Lomasi and Mr. Feeny emerged from the closet. Their clothes were covered with the powder from downstairs.

“What's going on here?” Mr. Feeny demanded.

“They've killed him!” Jessica cried, pointing an accusing finger toward Billy and Misae. A quick glance between Lomasi and Misae was enough. The Shoshone girl shook her head.

“He's not dead,” she said gently. “Just unconscious.” Randy was growing uncomfortable with

this brother and sister. They knew each other too well. Also, they obviously couldn't be bribed to aid his

cause. Scowling, he eyed Dirk's motionless body.The ruffian hadn't faired well. Clenching his fist, Randy struggled to contain his anger. This was

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supposed to have been an easy job. But in his line of work, such hopes were fairy tales. Misae helpedBilly seat Dirk in a chair where they bound his hands and feet.

Dirk moaned as they finished. Opening his eyes, the fellow groggily glanced around the room.

When he realized his hands were tied, the man instantly thrashed back and forth.

“Relax,” Billy growled. “You're not going anywhere.” Dirk glared at Billy. Most of his anger was fueled by embarrassment of his carelessness. Usually, the fellow thought things through and caught

warnings long before his enemies.

Angrily, the man fought his bonds. Dirk's battle ended abruptly when Misae poked him in thechest with his rifle. Settling down, the thug drifted into a sullen silence. Billy studied his captive

thoughtfully. There wasn't much he could do.

With his uncle in captivity, his opponents had the upper hand. He was pretty sure Dirk knewthis. As if reading his thoughts, the hooligan sneered.

“What's your next move, kid?” he jeered. Mr. Feeny moved to Billy's side.

“We found something,” he whispered.

“You do realize I can hear you, right?” Dirk snapped. Billy cast a sideways glance toward Mr.Feeny. The man seemed determined to pry him away. With a sigh the teenager glanced at Misae.

“Can you watch him?” he asked. The Shoshone merely nodded.

“Quickly!” Mr. Feeny urged, gripping Billy's arm.

Eagerly, Mr. Feeny hurried Billy through the cavern below the schoolhouse. Billy eyed the

blackboard at the back of the room. Most of the undergrowth had been torn away. Also, much of theglowing dust had been brushed away.

Reaching the board, Mr. Feeny ordered Billy to close the door. Annoyed, the teenager walked

back across the room and pulled the trapdoor closed. This Englishman reminded him a lot of his Uncle. Neither seemed to think things like this through.

When he turned around, however, Billy nearly fell down the stairs in shock. Dumbly, he stared

at the glowing outlines carved into the blackboard. The eagle head, feet, wings, and nest all glowed the

eerie bluish light.A line streaked from each drawing toward the center of the board at a forty-five degree angle.

They stopped at the outline of a beautiful goblet. Billy was astounded by the detail of this sketch.

Someone had gone to a lot of trouble on this one.“Looks like royalty,” Billy breathed.

“Doesn't it?” Mr. Feeny returned. “What interests me is its resemblance to yet another cup.”

“Another cup?” Billy inquired.“My dear boy,” Mr. Feeny chuckled, “have you never heard of The Holy Grail?”

Hank slowly slipped along the wall of the schoolhouse. It'd taken awhile to maneuver around

the buildings and stay out of sight. The thug had spotted Billy and Misae dragging his partner away. Atfirst the man had drawn his six-shooter.

Then, Hank decided to play it smart. Silently, he now slid along the wall. Reaching a window,

the thug cautiously peeked into the room. Dirk sat tied to a chair with something that looked like afilthy sheet. Hank wrinkled his nose in disgust.

His friend looked furious to say the least. Hank didn't blame him. Dirk wasn't used to being

outsmarted or surprised. The man's pride still stung from their encounter with Billy Segal a few years back. At the moment Misae's back was to Hank.

The Shoshone appeared to be questioning his prisoner while Randy watched the window. Hank

and Randy locked eyes. A dark message passed between them. Nodding, Hank drew his sidearm and

aimed straight at Misae's back.

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CHAPTER NINEWINNEMUCCA HOSPITAL

Billy couldn't shake his shock. Mr. Feeny folded his arms proudly as if he'd made the discoveryof the century. Honestly, Billy didn't know much about the Grail. Sure, he'd seen The Last Crusade a

couple times, but never had he assumed the myths were real.

“No one knows what happened to the Grail,” Mr. Feeny stated. “After the crucifixion of Christ,Joseph d'Arimathie supposedly sent it deep into Britain. It disappeared after that.”

Billy was about to ask a question when Lomasi's scream reached his ears. Instinctively, Billy

shoved the trap door open. A bullet screamed past his wrist, planting itself in the wood. The young manyanked his hand from the door and ducked.

A crash sounded above. Hurriedly, Billy shoved through the trapdoor. Exiting the closet, Billy

spied Dirk racing toward the doorway. Billy drew his six-shooter and aimed. What happened next

seemed to move in slow motion.Lomasi lunged in front of him. Light flashed from Hank's pistol at the window. The Shoshone

girl's body jerked and flew toward Billy, knocking him down. As soon as he struck the floor, Billy's

senses returned to normal.“Are you alright?” he asked Lomasi. The young woman didn't answer. It was then, the teenager

became aware of something wet on his pants. A chill shot up his spine. Carefully, he rolled Lomasi

over. Billy almost threw up when he saw the girl's blood-soaked shirt.It took a moment to shake away his shock. Gently, Billy lifted the girl in his arms. Leaving the

closet, he entered a room of chaos. Jessica was screaming hysterically while Randy struggled to

comfort her. Misae lumbered up to Billy and stared dumbly at his wounded sister.“Is she...” he gasped.

“She's alive,” Billy assured him. “But we've gotta move!” He glanced at his friend's shoulder and

instantly recognized Hank's initial target. The Shoshone's left arm was bleeding, but it was only a

scratch. Lomasi's scream had undoubtedly warned him.Billy felt sick. Lomasi had saved her brother's life and his. And now, she was about to bleed to

death. Mr. Feeny emerged from the closet.

“What happened?” he cried. A single glance at Lomasi answered his question.“We'll use my car!” he exclaimed. “I'll drive to the hospital!” Jessica stared at her father in shock. Was

he seriously considering just bursting outside after what just happened?

“Follow me!” the Englishman ordered. “We'll take her to Humboldt Hospital in Winnemucca!”“That's too far away!” Billy exclaimed. They followed Mr. Feeny toward the Spur Saloon. Reaching

the car, the group threw open the doors. Suddenly, a shot rang out.

Jessica screamed. A loud pop reached their ears. Stunned, Mr. Feeny stared dumbly at his front

tire, which sagged to the ground. Their enemies didn't want them to leave. Billy glanced around wildly.They didn't have time for a shoot out.

With Misae wounded his aim would not be as accurate. That really didn't matter at the moment.

Neither Billy or Misae could tell where the shooters were hiding. Clutching his winged arm, Misaemotioned everyone into the saloon. Mr. Sims stood behind the counter.

He immediately recognized the desperation of the group. To Billy's surprise the pudgy bartender

reached behind the counter and retrieved some keys.“My car's outback!” he called. “Hurry!”

“What about them?” Jessica demanded, pointing outside. Without a word, Mr. Sims pulled a double-

barreled shot gun from behind the counter.

Billy had never seen the weapon before. He didn't even know the bartender could shoot. Theman rushed them toward the back.

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“Go!” he commanded in mighty voice. Surprised, the group obeyed. Mr. Sims hurried behindthem. Bursting out the back door, Jessica skidded to a halt as a bullet buzzed by her ear and buried

itself in the wall.

Without hesitation, Mr. Sims leaped in front of her, took careful aim, and fired. Taken off guard,

Dirk leaped back behind the corner. He hadn't expected return fire from Mr. Sims. The group piled intothe car and called to its owner. The bartender motioned them to flee.

“We are not leaving you!” Jessica objected.

“Get outta here!” Mr. Sims shouted. “That's an order!” Needing no further prodding, Mr. Feeny startedthe ignition. The motor roared to life. Another shot rang out.

Billy stared toward Mr. Sims. The man had fired again, keeping Dirk at bay. Just then, Hank

appeared in a doorway down the alley. Mr. Sims whirled and fired, barely missing his target. The thugdove back inside, unprepared for his opponent's swift reaction.

Mr. Feeny slammed the accelerator to the floor. The tires squealed, and the car lurched forward.

Mr. Sims fired one more shot at Dirk and Hank. As he turned back to Dirk's position, a bullet tore

through his chest. The brave man crashed to the ground.“No!” Jessica screamed. Her father pushed the car to its limit down the alleyway. As it tore

down the street, Dirk and Hank bolted from the alley. They emptied their pistols at the retreating group.

Thankfully, their bullets missed the mark.After the car disappeared, Hank kicked the ground and cursed. Dirk solemnly reloaded his

firearm and pulled his companion toward their car. It was pointless to pursue their quarry. Sooner or

later, Billy would have to return for his uncle.As the duo stormed down the street, they failed to notice the figure behind them. Had they

turned, Dirk and Hank would have spotted Mr. Sims watching from the alleyway. They would have

also noticed the blood on his shirt from the bullet wound had vanished without a trace.

Misae paced around the waiting room like a caged lion. The others sat in chairs. Billy stood and

glanced out the window. The Winnemucca City Park stood just across the street. He could just make

out the swimming pool. Laughter from happy families drifted to him.Billy wished he could feel so care free. Lomasi was in surgery at the moment. Fortunately, the

bullet had passed straight through. However, the loss of blood had been serious. Doctors had torn her

away before anyone could really explain. Now, all they could do was wait. Never in his life had Billy felt so helpless. His hands tightened so much they hurt. Relaxing his

fists, the teenager took several breaths and struggled to contain himself. He couldn't imagine what

Misae was feeling. To Billy, Lomasi was just a friend. To Misae, she was family.Lomasi was also his last living family. Their grandparents had moved to that region decades

ago. It was sacred land to them. Now, with only his sister alive, Misae struggled to keep his family's

land in their possession.

Just then, the doctor entered the room. Misae glanced at him expectantly. Slowly, the doctor approached the Shoshone.

“You're sister's gonna be okay,” he said quietly. “But, she'll need to stay here awhile.” Misae

breathed a sigh of relief. Billy thought he saw traces of tears in his friend's eyes. The doctor left themand returned to his work.

“You okay?” Billy inquired. Misae nodded and sat for the first time since they'd arrived. He had

never been that close to losing his sister.“We'll stay with you tonight,” Billy informed him. “They can stay longer if they want.”

“You're going back, aren't you?” Misae inquired tensely.

“They've got my uncle,” Billy answered. “I've gotta save my family, too.”

“I'll come with you,” Misae stated.“Stay with your sister,” his friend urged. “She needs you.”

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“This is my land, White Man,” the Shoshone growled. “And those men are poisoning it! I'mgoing!” Billy put his hands up in surrender.

“Okay, okay!” Billy exclaimed. “Don't have a cow!” Misae cocked his head to one side.

“Why would I want a cow?” he asked. The young man's ignorance of the expression broke most of the

tension in the room.“We'll stay with your sister,” Mr. Feeny announced. “She'll need company.”

“I wanna go with them!” Jessica complained.

“I'll not have you rushing off into danger!” her father replied sternly. The young woman foldedher arms in frustration, but she dropped the argument. As the others discussed their plans, Randy

slipped from the room. Creeping down the hallway, he found Lomasi's room.

He stepped inside. Approaching the girl's bed, the young man studied the Shoshone girl's peaceful face. Undoubtedly, she'd been given sleeping medication. Randy glanced through the syringes

on the table. As he reached for one, a nurse entered the room.

“Can I help you?” the man inquired. He eyed the syringe in Randy's hand. With a confident

smile Randy pointed to Lomasi.“Old family friend,” he stated. “Just dropped by to see if she was awake.” The nurse calmly

walked to Randy's side and took the syringe from his hand.

“Well, as you can see, she's resting,” he said steadily. “I'll notify you when she awakens.” Nodding, Randy left the room. It was all he could do to maintain his charming personality. If he could

knock Lomasi out awhile longer, Misae would stay here as well.

He didn't want those Shoshones helping Billy in town. They were too dangerous. Hank had been lucky winging Misae and even luckier wounding Lomasi. In a fair fight, Randy doubted Dirk and

Hank could handle either one of them.

But, this couldn't be helped. The doctors would be on high alert now, so he would not regainaccess to the girl's room. Randy decided to simply accompany Billy and Misae back to Kibney and see

what happened. Hopefully, his goons could use Uncle Sydney as leverage to finding the mine.

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CHAPTER TENGLOW IN THE BARN

Sydney Taylor had had just about enough. He'd been stuck in this stupid water tower for the pasteight hours. Irritably, the author kicked a clump of moss. His foot struck something metallic. Confused,

Sydney bent down and studied the protruding object.

When he recognized the trapdoor handle, the man felt like hitting his head against the wall. Allthis time and the door was right there. Shaking his head, the author gripped the handle with both hands

and yanked. The door opened easily.

“ And I've been trapped in here this whole time why ?” he wondered bitterly. Sydney pulled thedoor completely open and stared downward. Aside from beams, which supported the water tower, there

was no direct path to the ground.

“ How'd they get me up here?” the author wondered. Shaking his head, Sydney poked his head

through the doorway. It was hard to get his bearings upside down. After a moment, the fellow adjustedand glanced around.

In the darkness he could see the streets were empty. Apparently, Hank and Dirk didn't expect

him to find the trapdoor. Sydney pulled his head back inside and stuck his legs through the doorway.Laying on his stomach, the fellow edged himself out the door.

Hanging by his hands, Sydney glanced around for a beam to catch. The nearest one was a good

five feet away. With a grunt, the author began swinging. Catching the wooden object with his feet,Sydney pondered whether or not this was a good idea.

If he let go now, there was nothing stopping him from cracking his head against the water tower.

Still, the man preferred a headache to further imprisonment. Taking a deep breath, Sydney released hisgrip and swung downward.

The impact of the blow nearly knocked him unconscious. Losing his footing, the author

plummeted toward the ground. Desperately, the man swung his arms in a frantic attempt to grip

something stable.Another support beam broke his fall. Unfortunately, it almost pulled his arm out of socket.

Gasping in pain, Sydney carefully climbed to the ground. After inspecting his arm, the fellow decided

his injury wasn't serious. Now, he had to plan his next move. Sydney had spotted his nephew escape with the others,

which meant he was on his own for now. The man needed to find a hiding spot before his captors

learned of his escape. Furrowing his brow, the fellow glanced around.“ Better get off the street first ,” he thought. Silently, the man hurried down an alleyway. He

wasn't sure where Dirk and Hank were staying, but he didn't plan on bumping into them anytime soon.

Cautiously, Sydney slipped behind the livery stable.

A ladder outside led to the loft. Ascending the ladder, the author jiggled the wooden door.However, the door's smallest movement made such a hideous creak he decided against it. Climbing

down, Sydney climbed through a window and peeked back outside.

From the empty, quiet streets, it seemed as though his captors were still ignorant their prisoner was free. Breathing a sigh of relief, Sydney ran silently to the ladder and climbed to the loft. Just as he

disappeared above, a flashlight flooded the front entrance.

Nervously, the man stealthily slipped under the hay. The light grew brighter. Hank entered thelivery stable. Sydney realized after a moment that the thug wasn't looking for him. Hank walked

straight to his car, which was parked near the back of the room.

Sydney kicked himself for not noticing it earlier. Hank unlocked the door and slipped inside.

Closing the door, the man pulled a cell phone from the glove compartment. Sydney couldn't hear theconversation, but he wasn't about to investigate.

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Randy jumped slightly. The ringing cell phone gave him a headache. Irritably, the young man

plucked the phone from the night stand and answered.

“Hello?” he asked groggily.

“We need to talk,” Hank hissed. Instantly, Randy was awake.“You can't call here!” he snapped angrily. “Someone might hear!” Hank's cold laugh sent chills

down the young man's spine.

“We're tired of waiting,” Hank growled. “You said they'd lead us straight to the mine!”“They will!” Randy fired back. “I just need more time. Shooting that girl was foolish by the way.”

“She blocked my shot,” Hank retorted. “That was an accident.” Randy struggled to control his

temper. Hank wasn't much of a deep thinker. Consequently, the man wouldn't understand why calling atthis moment was such a horrible idea.

Randy could tell that Billy already didn't trust him. In fact he had taken guard shifts with Misae

in Lomasi's room. The teenager had claimed he was keeping an eye out for Dirk and Hank. Randy

knew better. He figured the doctor had tipped Billy off.Rubbing his eyes, Randy glanced toward Jessica, who slept in the chair beside him. The young

woman was enamored with him. At first this had worked to his advantage. Unfortunately, his charm

was wearing thin. Randy couldn't stand Jessica.She was conceited, whiney, and skittish. Plus, he was aggravated by the fact that she clung to

him. The young man couldn't even escape for a short phone call earlier that evening. This was a big

part of why Hank had called.Randy was supposed to have texted the thugs their orders. Since their instructions hadn't

arrived, the hooligan had grown restless.

“Well?” Hank snapped, cutting into his thoughts. Shaking his head, Randy struggled to focus.He needed a plan, but nothing clever occurred to him.

“Just keep Sydney Taylor tied up,” he muttered. “I'll handle the rest.”

“You'd better!” Hank snarled. “I'm sick of this place...” The man's voice trailed off. Randy felt a chill

run down his back. He sensed the sudden terror in his partner's voice.“What's wrong?” he demanded. Nothing, nothing ever frightened Hank.

Sydney Taylor fidgeted slightly. He'd been lying on his arm; and now, it was fast asleep.Grunting, the author shifted. He glanced back to Hank and froze. His enemy was staring straight in his

direction. Sydney swallowed slightly.

Then, he recognized the fear on Hank's face. Before Sydney could move, the thug bolted fromthe car. In his haste, Hank tripped and crashed to the ground. Screaming in horror, the hooligan

scrambled to his feet and sprinted from the livery stable.

Suddenly, Sydney noticed a soft, bluish glow above him. The shimmering light grew closer. As

far as the author could tell, the light source was behind him. Clenching his fist, the fellow prayed thatwhatever was lurking back there remained oblivious to his presence.

Brighter and brighter the light grew. Sydney scowled. Ordinarily, a light was readily welcomed

in the darkness. Otherwise, you'd get lost or hurt. Now, all he wanted was the eerie glow to vanish. Arustling of hay reached his ears.

Then, a foot landed several feet in front of him. It took all of his strength to remain silent. The

muscular leg moved to the edge of the loft and seemed to glance over the grounds below. Tilting hishead, Sydney noted the worn jeans that covered the tops of the boots.

Glancing up further, the author eyed the black poncho. The white cowboy hat on the figure's

head added to the appearance. Sydney just hoped the stranger didn't turn around. Sydney knew one

thing and one thing only. The stories of the Ghost of Kilbey were far from fantasy.

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CHAPTER ELEVENTORN PAGE

Slowly, sunlight peaked over the horizon. Orangish rays filtered through the slats of the blindsinto the quiet hospital room. Soft light cascaded over the bed and its occupant. As the warmth washed

over her, Lomasi's eyes fluttered open.

Glancing around, the Shoshone wondered where she was. A slight throbbing in her side broughtthe memories back like a racing tide. She grimaced. If not for the pain killers flowing through her

veins, Lomasi realized her pain would have been tremendous.

As she shifted her body, the girl was suddenly aware of the hand on hers. Lomasi's eyes slowlyglanced downward. From the person's hand, her eyes traced the muscled arm to the body. A slight smile

spread across her face when she recognized Billy.

Her loyal friend's head rested on her bed beside her. Apparently, he'd fallen asleep watching her.

Beaming, Lomasi gently reached out with her free hand and shook his shoulder. With a grunt her companion awoke. Billy rubbed his eyes with his free hand.

He met Lomasi's eyes. Suddenly, Billy realized his hand was on hers. Embarrassed, the teenager

awkwardly jerked his hand back and turned away slightly.“Glad you're awake,” he mumbled.

“You're not a child,” Lomasi whispered. “It shouldn't embarrass you.” Clearing his throat, Billy rose to

his feet and walked to the window.“We're heading back in a few hours,” he informed her. “The Feenys will stay with you.” Lomasi

sighed, leaned her head against the pillow, and turned away. When would this white man swallow his

pride? He couldn't stand humiliation, nor could he admit his feelings for her.Misae knew of their connection. It was almost as strong as their brother-sister relationship.

Lomasi was relieved that Misae approved of Billy. Normally, the Shoshone was over-protective of his

younger sister. She'd never had a boyfriend, but how could she,being isolated in Kibney?

Before Lomasi could speak, Misae appeared in the doorway. His expression revealed he'd heardtheir conversation. The girl blushed slightly. However, her brother's understanding smile and shake of

his head communicated everything was alright.

He had a unique gift of putting her at ease. She loved him for it. Entering the room, Misaewalked to his sister's bed and took her hand.

“How do you feel?” he inquired.

“Better,” she smiled. Billy tensed when he heard Misae's voice. It didn't take a genius to know theShoshone fellow had heard Lomasi's words.

Closing his eyes, Billy wished with all his might he could admit his feeling for Lomasi.

However, the teenager suffered emotional scars from his parents' death in a plane crash. The trauma of

this horrible news had destroyed his ability to grow close with anyone.Even his relationship with Uncle Sydney was strained. This was just as much the fault of Billy

as the famous author. His uncle was a bachelor and had no experience with children. He only cared for

Billy because his deceased sister had requested this in her will.Beforehand, Billy had rarely seen the man. Sydney spent most of his time traveling and

researching his latest story subjects. In fact the two had only met once or twice. Thrust into this new

commitment, Uncle Sydney had struggled to adjust and failed.Their only time together involved visits to shooting ranges and self-defense classes. On these

occasions the conversations had been minimum. They didn't resent each other's company. They just

didn't have anything to say.

Neither one was much of a talker. Billy was quiet by nature, and Sydney, the notorious reclusehe was, had the habit of burying himself in his work to avoid as much human contact as possible.

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“How is she?” Mr. Feeny inquired. Billy jumped and turned around. He hadn't even heard theman enter the room.

“I'm fine,” Lomasi answered weakly. “Just tired.”

“Then, you should rest,” the Englishman decided. There was a tenderness in his tone that took Billy off

guard. Mr. Feeny sounded more like a loving parent than a concerned friend.“We need to go,” Billy announced. We can be in Kibney by noon.” Misae nodded. He gave his

sister's hand a reassuring squeeze and turned to Mr. Feeny.

“Watch out for her,” he ordered. “She's all I have left.”“I'll guard her with my life,” Mr. Feeny promised. Billy glanced past the Englishman and spied Jessica

watching from the doorway.

There was irritation in her eyes. Obviously, she resented staying behind. Billy couldn't tell if shesympathized with Lomasi's condition or not. The young woman was difficult to read sometimes. Misae

glanced at Billy.

“Ready?” he inquired. Jolted from his thoughts, Billy took a moment to nod. The two walked

from the room, passing Jessica as they left. Jessica grunted and entered the hospital room. Lomasi hadclosed her eyes and seemed to be dozing.

“Why can't I go?” Jessica demanded.

“Hush, daughter,” Mr. Feeny scolded. “Our friend is resting.” Jessica folded her arms and glared at theShoshone in the bed. Jessica should have felt sorry for Lomasi, but her anger blocked any compassion.

“I deserve to go!” she argued. “I'll be bored stiff here!” Her father sighed. Reaching into his

coat, he carefully removed a worn binder. Jessica's eyes widened.“Is that Isabel's journal?” she gasped.

“Better than any modern romance novel to date,” Mr. Feeny replied. “Have a go at it.” Eagerly, Jessica

snatched the book from her father and plopped into a chair.Mr. Feeny breathed a sigh of relief. His daughter had the fiery spirit of her mother, who had

passed away several years ago. The Englishman well understood Misae's solemn expression of “she's

all I have left” all too well.

His wife, Susan, had been an adventurous girl. There wasn't a thing she wouldn't do. Mr. Feenyrecalled the only time she ever slowed down was during pregnancy. After giving birth, Susan had gone

full throttle again. Mr. Feeny assumed she was making up for lost time.

They had toured the European continent together. Both had a passion for history. Susan was particularly fascinated by archeology. In fact it had been she who had first stumbled on the legend of

Eagle Mine. She made the topic her hobby.

When they visited libraries, the woman would spend hours researching the mythical goldmine.Mr. Feeny had watched her curiosity with amusement. After she died, the man made her hobby his life.

Perhaps, if he found the mine, it would bring Susan back to him.

As her father quietly reminisced, Jessica buried herself in Isabel's journal. She found it odd that

the school teacher had left this journal behind. It wasn't even finished. Flipping to the last written page,the girl studied the torn paper.

Jessica tried to read the information, but there didn't seem to be anything important here.

Turning the page, the young woman eyed the scrawled image on the parchment. It took a full tenseconds for her to realize what she was seeing.

“Dad!” she exclaimed. “Do you have the other half of that sketch?”

“Why yes,” Mr. Feeny returned in surprise. “What of it?” Breathlessly, Jessica held out her hand andwaved for her father to hand her the sketch. Confused, the man complied.

Taking the parchment, Jessica struggled to steady herself. Slowly, she eyed the torn paper and

placed it against the ripped page in the book. The young woman gasped and stared at the completed

drawing of the eagle and nest. Several scrawled lines caught her attention.“Dad!” she breathed. “I know how to find the mine!”

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CHAPTER TWELVEA SHAKEN MAN

The leaves of the lone tumbleweed swished as it bounced across the deserted street. A slight breeze drifted over the desolate earth. In the distance a car appeared as a fading mirage in the distance.

Slowly, the vehicle's image grew stronger.

Reaching the water tower, the hum of the motor ended. The automatic locks clicked open. Acreak sounded as Misae and Billy opened their doors. Dust puffed up in small clouds around their boots

as they walked toward Kibney.

Thoughtfully, Randy opened his door and stepped out of the car. His travel companions hadn'tspoken a word the entire trip. At first, he'd thought nothing of it. Then, the young man had grown a bit

nervous. What were they planning?

From Dirk's reports, Billy Segal was not to be under estimated. The young man was

experienced in several forms of martial arts. He was also no stranger to gunplay. Hank had grudginglyrelayed the tale of Billy's marksmanship demonstration at their humbling expense.

Misae was no weakling either. Randy could tell this just by looking at him. The Shoshone had

the physique of an Olympic gymnast. He was tough, too. Most people would have been nursing a bulletwound, but Misae seemed to have forgotten it.

Removing his hat, Randy wiped his brow. They hadn't even been outside five minutes, and he

was already sweating. Irritably, Randy replaced his hat and stared down the street. He wasn't surewhere Dirk and Hank were hiding.

He was surprised they weren't guarding the water tower. On the other other hand, Hank's

peculiar behavior on the phone last night required an explanation. The thug had never halted in such paralyzing fear. Something had happened. He needed to find out what.

Cautiously, the trio proceeded down the street. Billy glanced toward the Spur Saloon. A pang of

guilt swept over him. Mr. Sims didn't even know him that well. Yet, the bartender had bravely defended

them as though they'd been family. Now, he was dead.If it was the last thing he did, Billy vowed Dirk and Hank would pay for this. He realized Misae

wouldn't stand for outright murder. The Shoshone had a grounded sense of ethics. He reminded Billy so

much of Lomasi.The girl was so gentle. Once, she had found a baby bird, who had fallen from its nest. With the

mother gone, the poor creature surely would have died. However, the Shoshone girl had taken the

fledgling into her home and raised it to adulthood. There wasn't a cold bone in her body.Billy was annoyed with himself. Why was he thinking about her now? Uncle Sydney was the

person of interest now. Shaking his head, the teenager forced his mind to focus. However, the Shoshone

girl's striking features kept seeping into his thoughts.

Randy glared into space. His two companions refused to tell him anything. They hadn't said aword to him since they got in the car. The young man had attempted several times to initiate a

conversation. However, Billy and Misae seemed determined to leave him in the dark.

Scowling, Randy glanced from one side of the street to the other. Carefully, he studied thewindows. His partners had to be somewhere. If he knew their location, he could draw his companions

into a trap. But, what then?

Neither Billy or Misae knew where the mine lay. He was positive the Feenys were clueless aswell. So, Randy decided Sydney Taylor was his best option.

“Let's split up,” he suggested suddenly. “We can cover more ground!”

“We'd be outnumbered too,” Misae replied evenly. Randy gritted his teeth. The Shoshone could have

easily handled his comrades in a fight. What was he so worried about?“Just thought it was a good idea,” Randy grumbled.

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“It's not a bad one,” Billy admitted. “Where do you wanna look?” Randy hadn't expected this question.His plan was to wait for the others to leave, and then, head to the water tower.

“I dunno,” he shrugged. “You guys know this place better than me. Where would you look?”

“Check the general store,” Misae suggested. “There's food in there.” Randy glanced around the

surrounding buildings and back to Misae.“Over there,” the Shoshone pointed. Randy noted the building was right across from the

undertaker's place of business. As they passed the building, Randy spotted Dirk watching from the

doorway. The thug made eye-contact and disappeared inside.“I'll check in here,” Randy stated. He walked briskly across the street.

“What's special about the undertaker?” Billy inquired. Misae gripped his friend's arm and prevented

Billy from following Randy.“His friend awaits inside,” the Shoshone whispered. “We would be wise not to follow.” A chill

shot up Billy's spine. Once again, his companion had rescued him. Billy had been suspicious of Randy

since the young man arrived, but now, he was certain.

“Let's hide,” Billy murmured. “We're outnumbered.”

Randy was relieved when his companions didn't follow. Walking briskly, he reached the

undertaker's building and entered. Dust covered the room. Coffins of all shapes and sizes leaned againstthe walls. A solitary desk sat near the back.

A moment caught his eye. Turning, Randy spied Dirk emerging from the shadows. The thug's

clothes were covered with dust.“What're you doing in here?” Randy snapped.

“Had to get away from Hank,” Dirk retorted. “Fool kept babbling about a ghost.” Randy's eyes

narrowed. He was starting to realize what had happened last night.The teenager had heard legends of the Ghost of Kibney. Perhaps, Hank had seen something that

looked like a phantom. That would explain the ruffian's sudden horror.

“What're you doing in here, then?” Randy demanded.

“Dead people,” Dirk smirked. “Hank wouldn't set foot in here. That “ghost” shook him up pretty badly. Never seen him like that.”

“Where is he now?” Randy inquired.

“Probably the water tower,” Dirk shrugged. “Least, that's where I saw him heading last.” Randyfurrowed his brow thoughtfully. He needed to find the muscle of his team.

“Follow me,” he ordered. Dirk's face twisted into a dark scowl. He resented obeying this kid.

Unfortunately, the hoodlum didn't have a choice. His boss had been very clear. If the mine were to befound, Randy was the person to follow.

Shivering, Hank's blood-shot eyes twitched back and forth. He'd been lying inside the water

tower all night. Never in his life had the man experienced such fear. The ghost had appeared out of nowhere. It's bluish glow had rattled him to the core.

Hank had bolted from the livery stable and raced to the Spur Saloon. Dirk had been less than

comforting. He hadn't even acknowledged the possibility of Hank being right. This hadn't stoppedHank from rambling though.

Eventually, Dirk had retreated to the undertaker's building. Hank had refused to enter. After

calling to his partner several times, the fellow had given up. Returning to the saloon, Hank hadencountered the town drunk.

He had never even acknowledged the fellow's presence. However, the inebriated chap had never

addressed him either.

“Yer pale as a ghost,” the fellow had wheezed. “Yer not the first.” The old timer's drunken laughhad done little to settle Hank's frazzled nerves. Backing away, the ruffian had turned and fled.

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“You can't outrun the dead, sonny!” the drunkard had wheezed. This cackle had only madeHank run faster. Racing down the street, the hooligan reached the water tower. He had lunged at the

sturdy wooden ladder.

Stricken with fear, the man's muscles had initially failed him. Heart racing, Hank had finally

managed to hull himself upward. Scrambling to the top, he had dropped inside. There, Hank had laintrembling the rest of the night.

Every noise had caused him to jump in fright. Now, the sound of footfall on the ladder below

filled his ears. Panic rose in Hank's heart. Shakily, the man fumbled with his firearm in his holster.Drawing, the thug lay on his back and aimed toward the edge of the tower wall above.

Slowly, the footfalls drew nearer and nearer. Hank's trembling hands grew worse and worse.

The noise halted. A pair of hands closed around the rim of the wall. On instinct, Hank fired twice intothe wooden barrier. He was relieved when the hands quickly disappeared.

“Hank!” Dirk bellowed. “What're you doing?”

“Dirk?” Hank gasped. His partner's head appeared over the wall. The rage in his eyes was fierce.

“You, idiot!” Dirk shouted. “You nearly hit the boss!” Staggering to his feet, Hank pulledhimself onto the wall so he could peer down. Several ladder rungs below, Randy glared up at him.

Hank breathed a sigh of relief when his superior appeared uninjured.

“You two follow me!” Randy growled. “Thanks to you our position's blown!”“But..but!” Hank stammered. “The ghost!” Randy spit in disgust and headed down the ladder. Dirk

glared at his partner.

“What's wrong with you?” he demanded. “I've never seen you like this!”“I know what I saw,” Hank whispered shakily. “I know what I saw!” Unsteadily, Hank passed Dirk and

headed down the ladder.

Dirk paused a moment and watched his friend descend. He was concerned by the latest events. Never once had Hank ever displayed fear. Now, his partner showed terror. Dirk swallowed. Whatever

Hank had seen had been horrifying, and Dirk hoped to never confront the same thing.

Randy reached the ground and rapidly buttoned his vest. Glancing upward, he watched Hank slowly descend. The ruffian was shaky at best. His rigid nerves wouldn't help much today. With a scowl

Randy stared into the distance.

He had waited too long for this moment and was now closer than ever. Closing his eyes, theyoung man allowed memories to flood his mind. They were visions he'd never share with his partners.

They wouldn't understand. How could they?

Shoving his bitter memories into the recesses of his conscious, Randy's eye caught a cloud of dust in the distance. Confused, the young man squinted. A vehicle appeared. Randy's sharp eyes studied

the taxi cab roaring toward Kibney.

Slowly, an evil smile spread across Randy's handsome face. It had to be the Feenys. Whether

Lomasi was with them wasn't important. They must have learned something valuable to come barreling back like this.

“Hold up,” Randy called up to Hank and Dirk. “Get outta sight! Hurry!” Bewildered, his

companions obeyed. Reaching the top of the water tower first, Dirk spied the approaching taxi. Hesmirked. The fellow patted Hank firmly on the back when he joined him.

“We're gonna have some fun,” Dirk sneered. “No holds barred this time.” Confused, Hank

gazed into the horizon. Spotting the taxi cab, the hoodlum's eyes narrowed. Dirk assumed the man'sanger was overcoming his fear.

When the Feenys arrived, Hank would be more than ready. He hated looking weak. Now, the

ruffian had the perfect chance to redeem himself. As the taxi drew closer, Dirk and Hank ducked into

the water tower while Randy made himself visible to their on-coming prey.

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“Drive faster!” Jessica urged. The cab driver glared at her in the rear-view mirror. He hadsuffered through the girl's badgering since he'd started the car. Originally, the fellow hadn't wanted to

drive all the way to Kibney. It was way out of his zone.

However, Mr. Feeny had offered a price he couldn't refuse. It wasn't every day he was offeredtwo grand to drive somewhere. Still, the cabbie was wondering if refusing the money would have been

the better option.

On the bright side, the other two passengers hadn't said a word. The gentleman and Shoshone beside Jessica seemed as irritated by Jessica as he was. What made their haste so important? There was

absolutely nothing important in this God-forsaken ghost town!

“There's Randy!” Jessica cried excitedly. Confused, the driver peered into the distance. Finally,

he noticed the young man standing by the water tower.“That kid's gotta be crazy,” he thought bitterly. No one he knew ever came out here. Shrugging,

the cabbie parked near the water tower and glanced at his passengers. Without even a thank you,

Jessica bolted from the vehicle.Lomasi and Mr. Feeny were a bit more gracious. After thanking the man for his kindness, they

exited the taxi and approached Randy, who held Jessica in his arms. The young man waited for the taxi

cab to drive away. When the vehicle was a safe distance away, he nodded his head.Mr. Feeny and Lomasi dove for cover at the sound of a gunshot. Terrified, Jessica tightened her

grip around Randy, nearly suffocating him.

“Down on the ground!” Hank snarled. The ruffian trained his pistol on the group as hedescended the ladder. Dirk followed close behind. Reaching the ground, Hank sneered at Lomasi, who

tenderly held her smarting side.

“Still sore, sweetheart?” he jeered. Lomasi didn't even gratify Hank with a response. Instead,

the Shoshone stared down the deserted street. Randy assumed she was searching for Billy and Misae. Itwas strange that the two hadn't appeared in response to the gunshot.

Last time, they had barreled down the hillside. However, Randy realized that this time they

wouldn't be surprised by the sound. Twitching his jaw, the teenager decided his good-guy act hadexpired. There was no reason to pretend anymore.

He knew Billy and Misae didn't trust him. Why keep up the charade? Pushing Jessica away, the

young man walked pointedly to Lomasi and gripped her arm.“In your opinion,” he hissed, “where would your brother be right now?” Randy wasn't surprised

when the girl remained silent. She wasn't about to betray her own flesh and blood. However, he was

irritated. In his frustration, he slapped her bandaged side. Lomasi gasped in pain.

“Randy, what're you doing?” Jessica gasped.“Will someone shut her up?” Randy growled. Dirk stepped forward, his sidearm drawn. Spying his

weapon, Jessica grew silent. She continued to stare at Randy.

“Where is he?” Randy demanded, shaking his captive. Still, Lomasi refused to speak. Angrily,Randy turned to Hank.

“Bring Sydney Taylor out here!” he snarled. Hank hurried away toward the livery stable.

Moments later, he returned with a long ladder. Walking under the water tower, the thug propped theladder against the support beams and began climbing.

“Four hostages should be leverage enough,” Randy chuckled scornfully, watching Hank ascend.

Taking advantage of his distraction, Jessica suddenly kicked her captor in the shin. As Randy hopped

backwards in pain, the girl ran.“Get back here!” Randy bellowed. The fellow drew his pistol and took aim, but Mr. Feeny

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struck his wrist, causing him to miss. Cursing, Randy angrily struck his enemy over the head with the butt of his weapon. Moaning, Mr. Feeny slumped to the ground.

By then, Hank had scrambled down the ladder. He bolted after Jessica, but Randy called him

back. What was the girl gonna do? She was pretty useless in a fight as far as he was concerned. All

Jessica could do was kick him in the shin.Still, Randy kicked himself for allowing her to escape. He really needed to keep his pride in

check from now on. In the meantime, the teenager decided to tie Mr. Feeny to the water tower.

Eventually, Jessica would return for her father. And when she did, they'd catch her.

The breath escaped her lungs. Falling to the ground, Jessica landed on her hands and knees,

gasping for air. She hadn't run like that in years. Afraid her enemies might pursue, Jessica scrambled toher feet and staggered forward.

Her legs screamed for rest. Jessica ignored them. She ran. Finally, the young woman raced up a

flight of stairs. Gripping the door handle, the girl turned it. The knob refused to budge. Panic rose in

her chest. Desperately, Jessica shook the handle with all her might.At last the door gave way. Pushing inside, Jessica shoved the door closed behind her. She turned

around. In the murky darkness, the teenager could barely decipher a table and desk. Nervously, the girl

moved forward. Slipping under the table, Jessica lay down and gasped for breath.Where was she? The young woman closed her eyes. Rolling over on her back, Jessica slowly

recovered her breath. She was suddenly aware of a slight glow warming her face. Confused, Jessica

glanced up. The sight that met the girl's eyes stunned her.Raising a trembling hand, the young woman traced the glowing outline of a bald eagle carved

into the table. The eerie glimmering woodwork was a masterpiece to say the least. It hadn't been cut in

haste. Someone had gone to great lengths to produce it.Jessica pulled her hand away. She stared at the powder on her fingers. It was identical to the

moss growing in Isabel's basement. What was it doing here? Suddenly, Jessica realized where she lay.

Scrambling from under the table, the girl pulled Isabel's journal from her pocket.

Hurriedly, the young woman turned to the last page of script. Earlier, Jessica had taped the torn pieces of paper together, so the eagle sketch was complete. Squinting, the teenager struggled to read the

tiny print scrawled at the bottom of the drawing. There wasn't enough light.

Forgetting the danger, Jessica left the building. Outside, she climbed onto the roof. The doctor'sestablishment was the tallest building in town. Again, she turned her eyes to the scribbled instructions

on the aged parchment.

From below a sight you'll find

A trusty clue to open your mind.To the west you'll behold,

A substance far more precious than gold.

Jessica glanced west. Searching the skyline, the young woman didn't see anything of value.

However, she could see the entire town. Confused, the girl glanced again at the parchment. Maybe,Mad Luke had seen something then that no longer existed.

The cowboy had lived over a century ago. It was very possible his landmark had long since

vanished with time. Angrily, Jessica kicked the roof. She had found a clue that led to a dead end.Frustrated, the teenager sat hard on the roof.

Sighing, the young woman glanced west again. The first thing that caught her attention was the

water tower where her enemies waited. Suddenly, Jessica jumped to her feet. A substance greater than

gold did lie to the west: water!

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CHAPTER FOURTEENGLOWING STREAM

Grunting, Sydney Taylor shifted his leg. After lying in the livery stable in the same position allnight, his legs were sound asleep. The author had barely caught up with Billy and Misae when they

passed the building. Billy had been enthusiastic to see his uncle unharmed.

For the first time in awhile, the duo shared a hug. Normally, the two rarely even touched. Misaehad watched this embrace with interest. He could tell something special was happening. As Billy and

Sydney pulled away, a gunshot rang out.

Startled, the trio raced toward the water tower. Hiding behind the livery stable, they watchedHank and Dirk tie Mr. Feeny and Lomasi to the support beams. Both Misae and Billy scowled. If not

for Uncle Sydney, the two would have rashly raced to help.

Now, they crouched behind the livery stable. Sydney sat. His legs still felt like pins and needles.

He couldn't remember the last time he'd been this uncomfortable. Irritably, the author massaged hiscalves. Misae and Billy studied their enemies near the water tower.

Both had been suspicious of Randy from the start. However, they'd never considered the

possibility of this treachery. The smooth-talking fellow had conned his way into their midst throughJessica, and then, taken advantage of her. Where was Jessica anyway?

Billy had studied the scene and failed to spot her. Then, he recalled the gunshot. Jessica must

have escaped somehow. Whether Randy had fired at her or not, Billy couldn't be sure. Not that itmattered. All three hooligans were completely capable.

“We need a strategy,” Misae murmured. “My sister's still hurt.” Billy had winced when he'd

noticed the crimson stain on Lomasi's shirt. This did little to soothe his anger. Those cowards hadstruck the girl's wound in an obvious attempt to interrogate her.

“She could bleed to death,” Uncle Sydney observed. The boys had told him what had happened

at the schoolhouse. It didn't take a genius to realize the danger of reopening a gun wound, especially

one in the stomach.“We can't get closer without them seeing us,” Misae noted. “We can't start a gunfight.” The

Shoshone was obviously struggling. His sister was in captivity, wounded, and he couldn't do anything

about it. Clenching his fist, the young man grunted in frustration.“We need a distraction,” Billy muttered.

“There's one,” Misae stated. Billy followed his friend's gaze. His eyes widened. Sensing their shock,

Sydney scrambled to his feet. He gasped as Jessica walked down the street, straight for the enemy.

Never in her life had Jessica been so nervous. However, her determination overpowered her

fear. Steadily, she approached the water tower. Hank saw her first and alerted the others. Randy

appeared. Sneering, he watched the girl approach.Jessica reached the water tower and stopped several feet from her enemies. Defiantly, she met

Randy's cold stare.

“Well?” Randy inquired. Without speaking, Jessica produced the journal. For a moment Randystudied the binder in bewilderment. Then, recognition appeared in his eyes. Greedily, the young man

snatched the journal from Jessica.

“I knew she'd keep it!” he hissed. Opening the book, the fellow scanned the first page, and then,turned to the next. Jessica fought a jeering smile as Randy grew more and more agitated. The young

man was obviously looking for something specific without success.

“Where is it?” he snarled, briskly leafing through the pages. Suddenly, Randy stopped on the

image of the eagle's nest. A chilling chuckle echoed in his throat. Turning, the fellow eyed the water tower thoughtfully.

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“So clever,” he stated. “So clever.”“What's he talking about?” Hank muttered. Without an explanation Randy climbed the water tower.

Reaching the top, he gazed into the watery depths. Then, he removed his pistol and fired twice.

Sydney winced slightly as Randy fired the shots. The author was more than relieved he wasn'ttrapped in there anymore.

“What's he doing?” Billy whispered. “Has he lost it?” They watched as Randy fired several

more shots into the water tower. The hissing of water met their ears. Suddenly, a slight glow escapedthe water tower.

Sydney suddenly remembered the growth in his prison. It had been the exact same in Isabel's

basement. Apparently, Randy knew much more than Sydney about the connection here. As water filledinside the chamber, Randy descended the ladder.

The teenager seemed mighty proud of himself. Arrogantly, he pranced toward Jessica and the

others. Sydney and his companions strained their ears to hear his words.

“I've found it!” Randy crowed. “I've finally found it!” Jessica stared at Randy in confusion. The

young man had lost his mind! Just then, water from the trap door of the water tower poured downward.

The weight of the liquid had forced the door open.The water was a bluish tint. It glowed. Gushing from the water tower, the gurgling brook snaked

down the middle of town toward the schoolhouse. Excitedly, Randy darted after the stream.

“Bring them!” he ordered. “Bring them all!” Apparently still confused, Hank and Dirk unboundMr. Feeny and Lomasi and dragged them along. Jessica was too dazed to object and followed close

behind. She couldn't take her eyes off the water.

It looked like something out of a fantasy novel. It unnerved her. The group entered theschoolhouse in time to see Randy disappear into the closet. They followed. Hank stopped on the ladder.

“What the?” he gasped. Reaching the ladder, Jessica immediately understood the man's

astonishment. The entire cavern floor was flooded, and everything glowed. Randy stood near the

chalkboard. He was chuckling.Hank and Dirk dropped Lomasi and Mr. Feeny on the ground and approached their boss. Jessica

dropped to her knees to inspect her father. The man glanced at her.

“What's going on?” he breathed. Jessica shook her head in bewilderment. Randy's behavior wascompletely bizarre. At the moment, the fellow was conversing with Hank and Dirk.

“We can leave them here,” he was saying. “Maybe, they'll drown.”

“What about the other two?” Hank inquired. “They're not exactly neutralized.”“I demand you untie us!” Mr. Feeny exclaimed. “Have you no respect for your elders?”

“Elders?” Randy scoffed. “There's no one in this room older than I!”

“You can't be older than eighteen!” Jessica exclaimed.

“No, my dear,” Randy sneered. “I'm much older than that.” The fellow waved toward the board.“You know what this is?” he inquired in a silky voice.

“The Holy Grail!” Mr. Feeny exclaimed.

“You know your history, sir,” Randy noted, clearly impressed. “Joseph of Arimathea didn't quiteunderstand what he had here. He never did. If so, maybe, he'd still be alive.”

“This kid's lost it!” Hank whispered to Dirk.

“The Holy Grail,” Randy continued. “It disappeared around the twelfth century. Never reappeared publicly. But, it did surface in the New World, thanks to Ponce de León."

“Who?” Hank inquired.

“A Spanish explorer,” Randy explained. “Most famous for his search of the Fountain of Youth.”

“That's a stupid legend!” Jessica snapped.“No legend, my dear,” Randy smirked. “I'm living proof of that.”

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CHAPTER FIFTEENTHE EMERALD

Jessica backed up against the wall. Randy's charm had melted away. An overwhelmingforeboding had replaced it. To make matters worse, the young man was spouting words that didn't

make any sense. Was he really crazy?

“What do you mean?” Mr. Feeny demanded. Jessica wished her father's curiosity would cool it.She really wasn't interested in Randy's explanations. The young woman wanted to get as far away from

this as she could, but there was simply nowhere to run.

Randy's words “I'm much older than that” rang in her ears. The teenager couldn't be any older than seventeen or eighteen.

“It was so cold that night,” Randy stated. “So cold. But we went out anyway.” The young man's

eyes seemed as though he were drifting into another realm.

“Hadn't been a storm in weeks,” he continued. “Came up so fast. The raft bobbed like a cork.Held on for awhile. But, I couldn't forever. Lost my grip. Slipped under water. Couldn't swim.” Randy

bowed his head as if in torment.

“It was days, hours, I dunno!” he whispered. “Washed up on some shore. Least, that's where shefound me. Nursed me back to health and everything. Be dead if it wasn't for her!”

“Who,” Mr. Feeny gasped. “Who saved you?” Randy didn't even seem to hear. He stared into

space as if recalling a horrible dream.“She was different,” the teenager continued. “Different than my parents. They probably didn't

even notice I'd disappeared! But, she...she cared for me...like a mother should.” Jessica stared at Randy,

unable to break her gaze.“Why did you leave me?” the fellow moaned. “Why did you leave me?” Randy leaned his head

against the chalkboard. His body shook as he held back a sob. The fellow was suffering. Jessica

shuddered. A slight creak from above caused her to glanced upward.

Her heart skipped a beat when she spied Billy peering down. How long had he been there?, Hadhe heard Randy's strange rambling? Billy put a finger over his lips, signaling her to be quiet. For once,

Jessica didn't argue. It was vital for Billy's presence to remain secret.

Just then, Lomasi collapsed. Concerned, Dirk hurried to her. He gaped at the blood soakingthrough her shirt. Gently, he pulled the stained apparel away and studied the bandage. Mr. Feeny

watched in surprise as the ruffian began treating the girl's wound.

Carefully, Dirk started to pull away the bandages covering the girl's injury. Suddenly, Lomasiopened her eyes, and she gasped as if breathing for the first time. Dirk gaped in astonishment. Mr.

Feeny's eyes widened. The girl's bullet wound was gone!

“It's surprising at first,” Randy commented without turning around. “Always is.” He faced the

ground. Squatting, he glanced at the glimmering water. Slowly, Randy removed a knife and cut deeplyinto his palm.

The others winced as blood oozed from his hand. Grimacing slightly, Randy dipped his

wounded hand into the water. The blood around his injury glowed. Slowly, the gnash healed until thecut vanished completely.

Without blinking, the young man raised his hand. Hank, who stood closest to him, stared in

wonder at the sight. There wasn't even a scar!“The water heals,” Randy stated somberly. “But, only by drinking from the cup can you live

forever.” The fellow turned and studied the sketch of the goblet on the chalkboard.

“I'll find it again,” Randy hissed. “They can't hide it forever! Not from me!” Hank backed away

from his boss. He'd seen enough in this town already and didn't need another nightmare he couldn'tescape by waking up.

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Randy slowly knelt in the water. Reaching down, he dipped his hand into the glowing liquid.For a moment he appeared deep in thought. Then, the young man glanced toward the chalkboard.

Something in his mind seemed to click.

Suddenly, the fellow splashed water on the chalkboard. The others stared in bewilderment.

What was Randy doing? As water ran down the surface of the chalkboard, the outlines of the sketch began to glow. Then, the glimmering light reached the cup.

A white glow appeared in the center of the cup. Eagerly, Randy jumped to his feet. Drawing his

pistol, the fellow bashed the chalkboard with all his might. The other gasped as the sudden flash of light exploded from the shattered board.

Kneeling down, Randy reached into the water and retrieved a glimmering emerald. A chuckle

grew in the young man's throat.“So,” he sneered. “The first clue lies with the first protector.” At that moment, Hank apparently

decided he'd seen enough. He bolted for the stairs. With impossible quickness, Randy whirled, drew his

gun, and fired, missing the ruffian by inches. Frightened, the thug stopped.

“You're not going anywhere,” Randy growled. “Not without my permission.” Nervously, Hank sat in the water in bewilderment. The fellow was shaking.

“What protector?” Mr. Feeny inquired. The man's background as an archeologist seemed to

suppress his fear. Randy seemed amused by his curiosity.“If you recall,” he replied, “the Grail vanished in Europe. An acquaintance of Joseph of

Arimathea journeyed there where he met a strange individual, who would later become famous.” As

Randy monologued, Jessica's eyes went to Billy.Clearly, the young man was puzzled by Randy's words. However, the young man was more

concerned about rescuing his friends than understanding this lunatic. He motioned to Jessica, who

moved closer to the stairway.By now, Lomasi had sensed her brother's presence. Noting Jessica's behavior, the Shoshone

inched toward the stairs. Thankfully, Randy was too enthralled in his history lesson to notice. The girls

quietly slipped up the staircase.

As they reached the top, Randy suddenly saw their shadows ascending. Angrily, the young mandrew his pistol and fired, missing Lomasi's leg by inches. Frightened, the girl sprinted up the last few

steps into Billy's awaiting arms.

“Get them!” Randy screamed. Dirk and Hank raced up the stairs. They dove for cover just shortof the trap door when a bullet buzzed by their ears. Crouching on the steps, Hank carefully peeked into

the closet just in time to see his quarry vanish out the door.

Glancing back at Randy, the thugs waited for orders. A simple glare was enough. They boltedfrom the closet. Left alone, Mr. Feeny turned to Randy, who stood staring into space. The wild look in

his eyes sent chills down the Englishman's spine.

“You have what you came for!” he exclaimed. “Why can't you let us go?” His captor laughed.

“You don't understand anything, fool!” Randy scorned. “None of you can leave this town alive!” Thecaptive's eyes widened in horror. Irritably, Randy walked several inches from his prisoner.

“Do you know what this is?” he inquired coldly, holding up the emerald. “Of course not!”

Roughly, Randy shoved Mr. Feeny backward with his foot. An evil chuckle escaped the captor's throat.“You know what's amusing,” he inquired. “In this healing water, I could shoot you a thousand

times, and you wouldn't die. But, you'd still feel the agony.” Mr. Feeny backed away from the teenager.

The fellow's true colors were finally showing.Apparently, Randy didn't see the point of hiding this frightening character. What had corrupted

this young man?

“Understandable why she left you,” Mr. Feeny commented, hoping to buy time.

“I'll humor you, mortal,” Randy sighed. “You've probably learned a lot about this schoolhouse. But youknow absolutely nothing of Isabel Campbell.”

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CHAPTER SIXTEENCOVER UP

Jessica covered her head with her hands and closed her eyes. The sound of wood splinteringreached her ears. Wincing, the young woman screamed and collapsed.

“Are you hit?” Lomasi exclaimed. Jessica glanced up at the Shoshone. Trembling, she shook

her head. The walls in the Spur Saloon were old, but they were study enough to block gunfire. At least,they had been so far.

When they escaped the schoolhouse, Dirk and Hank hadn't been far behind. Instantly, the

ruffians had opened fire. Misae had rolled to the ground, turned around, and fired back. His first shottook off Dirk's hat. Startled by the Shoshone's accuracy, Dirk had leaped backwards.

Unfortunately, Hank hadn't been so impressed. He kept shooting and running full speed toward

Misae. Seeing his friend in danger, Billy had skidded to a halt and drew his firearm. His first shot had

missed Hank's ankle by inches.However, it stopped the villain long enough for Misae to scramble to his feet and break for

cover. The Shoshone had barely ducked into the doorway before Hank and Dirk had begun firing again.

Furiously, they peppered the building with their bullets.Billy and Misae had been low on ammunition from the start. Consequently, the two hadn't done

much shooting. Billy had tried to slip out the backdoor, but Dirk had learned his lesson from earlier.

The thug's bullet had nearly taken off his target's head.Stumbling back inside, Billy had crawled back into the bar area. Now, he crouched against the

wall while keeping a sharp eye on the doorway leading to the back entrance. He wasn't about to allow

Dirk to shoot him in the back.All the while, the town drunkard snored. His stupor was a huge motivation to Billy never to

drink. Someone could have driven a car through the wall, and the inebriated fellow wouldn't have

noticed. Grimacing, Billy moved from a crouching position into a sitting position.

His legs were falling asleep. If Dirk had rushed into the room then, Billy doubted his legs wouldhave supported his weight. He glanced toward Misae. The Shoshone had his back against the wall.

Periodically, he peered outside.

Each glance earned a gunshot. Billy worried his friend would get hit eventually. Hank was agood shot, and he was only narrowly missing his target. Misae jerked back from another peek outside.

Wood splintered the door frame by his head.

With a grunt, Misae glanced toward the bar counter. He had hidden the girls behind it, hopingthe thick barrier would protect them. Lomasi stuck her head from behind it. Her eyes were full of fear.

Misae hated this expression. He needed to keep his sister safe.

“Lomasi!” the teenager shouted. “Take Jessica upstairs. Hurry!” Nervously, Lomasi and Jessica

crawled toward the staircase. Fortunately, their destination was out of Hank's view. Lomasi stopped atthe top of the stairs and glanced back at her brother.

Urgently, Misae waved her away. After a brief hesitation, the young woman pulled Jessica down

the hallway. They were safe for the moment. As the two disappeared, Billy glanced at Misae.“They can't keep this up forever!” he called. “Hank's gotta run out soon!”

“Yeah, but Dirk's fully loaded!” Misae returned. “We're trapped!” Just then, the cocking of a revolver

met Misae and Billy's ears.Dumbly, the two glanced toward the back doorway. Billy kicked himself for glancing away. In

the brief moment, Dirk had slipped inside and was now pointing his pistol straight at Billy's head.

There was a mocking smile on the hooligan's face.

“Reach for the sky, boys,” he sneered.

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After her brief glance backward, Lomasi hadn't wasted any time. Gripping Jessica's hand, theShoshone dragged the girl down the hallway. They turned a corner and faced a dead end. To Jessica's

astonishment, her companion dragged her toward the wall.

“We're trapped!” Jessica exclaimed. Lomasi ignored her. Reaching the wall, the young woman

released Jessica's hand and began running her hand along the wooden boards. Suddenly, one gaveaway. Shocked, Jessica stared in wonder. Lomasi motioned for her to follow.

“How'd you know about this?” Jessica gasped.

“Billy showed me,” the Shoshone replied. Jessica's eyebrow arched slightly. Lomasi apparently sensedher friend's thoughts.

“We should hurry,” Lomasi stated, hoping to avoid the topic. Jessica had no intention of letting

her guide off the hook that easily.“Are you two dating?” she inquired. The tension she noted in Lomasi's shoulders told Jessica

the answer was no. But, it was obvious the girl had feelings for this young man. Jessica had noticed the

way Billy spoke to her and how concerned he became when she was shot.

“Come on,” Jessica prodded. “What's your excuse?”“We're from different worlds,” Lomasi answered quietly. “It wouldn't work.” Jessica smirked. She felt

like she was in the middle of a romance novel.

As they moved forward, Jessica sneezed. The passageway hadn't been used in years. Dustfloated though the air. It made breathing challenging. Suddenly, Lomasi stopped. Unprepared, Jessica

ran into her.

“What's wrong?” Jessica demanded. Solemnly, the Shoshone girl simply pointed ahead. Peeringthrough the dim lighting, Jessica studied the passageway. Then, she realized her companion was

pointing downward.

Glancing down, Jessica suddenly gasped. A set of fresh footprints stretched to the end of thewalkway. The girls glanced at each other fearfully. Someone had been through her recently. Who else

know about this place, and were they friend or foe?

“Have you ever seen the Black Rock Desert?” Randy inquired. Mr. Feeny shook his head. Hedidn't really understand the teenager's point, but he didn't care. Any time he could buy was vital.

“It's flat,” Randy continued. “Not a gorge in sight.” The young man turned to Mr. Feeny, who

still kneeled in the glowing, ankle-deep water.“According to legend,” Randy stated, “Mad Luke's carriage went over a cliff in the desert.

How's that possible when there's nothing but flatlands?” Mr. Feeny was starting to see Randy's

reasoning. He also realized the young man was explaining the legend.“Mad Luke wasn't even in the desert that night,” Randy revealed. “He was nowhere close.”

Dirk kept his weapon trained on his prisoners. He wasn't letting them escape again. Once Hank

arrived, they'd take the teenagers back to the schoolhouse. Misae and Billy glanced at each other. Billyrecognized the glimmer in the Shoshone's eyes.

“Get ready,” the glance warned. The sound of Hank's footsteps sounded outside. From the

sound, the ruffian was running. Misae's foot shifted slightly. Then, Hank burst through the doors. As heentered, Misae's foot moved like lightning.

Hank tripped and went sprawling to the ground. The sight of watching his partner collapse

distracted Dirk for a split second. In the brief opening, Misae bolted out the door. While Dirk wastrying to digest this fact, Billy hurled himself through the glass window.

Swearing, Dirk fired out the window. His shot was wild and missed its target miserably. Billy

raced down the street with all his might. As he passed an alleyway, two hands suddenly shot out.

Catching the teenager's collar, the strong arms jerked Billy off the street and into the shadows.

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Groaning, Misae opened his eyes. His head swelled. Shaking away the dizziness, the youngman glanced to the side. Billy sat next to him. Apparently, he was unconscious. What had happened?

He had been running; and then, everything went black.

Hank or Dirk must have struck him over the head, but how had that happened? Looking up,

Misae noted Hank standing several feet away. The thug was sneering. Where was his partner?Suddenly, Misae realized Dirk was upstairs, searching for Jessica and Lomasi.

“What do you mean?” Mr. Feeny demanded. “Every legend points to the desert!” Randylaughed coldly.

“You mortals are so gullible,” Randy jeered. “Start a story of fortune and wealth, and everyone's

off with their picks and shovels!”“Not everyone!” Mr. Feeny objected.

“Trust me,” Randy hissed. “If you promise riches and glory, nine outta ten fools will rush off without

another question. We've been doing it for centuries!”

Poor Mr. Feeny was getting a headache. Randy wasn't making any sense. It was obvious theteenager was extremely cynical of humanity. However, the fellow's disgust seemed to pour from

experience and observation, not hasty generalizations.

“Simple concept when you think about it,” Randy mused. “Most people choose wealth over long life. Hundreds have risked everything for diamonds and gold.” The young man chuckled. The

scorn in his laughter was chilling.

“Humanity's so foolish!” Randy snarled. “By the time you find your wealth, you've wasted your most valuable treasure. Your life!” Mr. Feeny watched Randy thoughtfully. The teenager was staring at

the glowing water. Suddenly, something clicked in the Englishman's mind.

“The mine never existed, did it?” he inquired. “Your kind made it up.”“You're wiser than most,” Randy admitted. “Eagle Mine's not the first myth we've created. We've come

up with all kinds of legends. Francisco Orellana was one our first victims,” Randy noted. “He was so

willing to buy our story.”

“El Dorado?” Mr. Feeny gasped. “That was your doing?”“One of our numerous distractions,” Randy nodded. “Of course, not all our stories were fictional. A few

were genuine with corrupted information.”

Was he hearing Randy correctly? Randy acted as if the city of El Dorado really existed. Thiscouldn't be right! Thousands of explorers had tried and failed to uncover the wealth promised there.

However, Randy had also mentioned “corrupted” information.”

Now, Randy removed the emerald from his pocket. His eyes glazed over a moment. It wasobvious he was in deep thought. A smile touched his lips.

“Those two always were friends,” Randy murmured. “Where was he last seen?” The teenager

closed his eyes for a moment. So concentrated was he on his thoughts, Randy failed to hear the

movement in the water.Slowly, Mr. Feeny rose to his feet. Watching his captor, the Englishman carefully moved toward

the stairs. Whatever Randy was thinking about had to be important. As he ascended the stairs, Randy's

eyes suddenly shot open.“Cuba!” he exclaimed. “Hey!” Horrified, Mr. Feeny dashed up the stairs. Terror shot through

his body as a bullet screamed past his ear and buried itself into the wall. Glancing backward, the man

missed a step and crashed to the ground.Tumbling down the stairs, Mr. Feeny's foot caught between the wall and the stairs. Now, his

head struck the opposite side of the wall. Wedged in the stairwell, the poor fellow struggled to free

himself. Calmly, Randy walked toward him. He stopped several feet away.

“No!” Mr. Feeny screamed, struggling frantically with his trapped ankle. “Please!” Withouteven blinking, Randy raised his pistol, took careful aim, and pulled the trigger.

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CHAPTER SEVENTEENBLAZING PRISON

Lomasi took a cautious step forward. The thick dust tickled her nose. She struggled on tosneeze. For the past few moments, Lomasi and Jessica had ventured down the passageway. The

footprints in the dust before them frightened the girls.

They were too big to match Billy or Lomasi. The Shoshone was fairly certain their enemieshadn't discovered this place. Who was creeping around back here? The hallway had led them down a

flight of stairs and halted at a dusty wall.

Stopping, Jessica put her ear to the wall. Thoughtfully, the young woman glanced backwards.The footprints had been traveling the opposite direction. So, whoever had used the passageway had

entered from this entrance.

“What's taking so long?” Hank shouted from behind the wall. The girls froze. Lomasi realized

the ruffians had forced their way into the saloon. Dirk must have slipped upstairs to find them. Whatthey had done to Billy and Misae Lomasi wasn't sure.

All she knew for sure was her enemies were unaware of their location. This could work very

well to their advantage. Unfortunately, neither girl was armed. They couldn't just rush their opponents.Just then, Jessica sneezed.

Lomasi froze. Again, she put her ear to the wall. The silence chilled the blood in her veins.

Hank was a muscled-up brute, but he wasn't stupid. Straining her ears, Lomasi struggled in vain to hear.She couldn't hear Hank's footsteps, but she was positive he was searching for them.

“What was that ?” Hank wondered. The echoes of his call had died just as Jessica had sneezed.Hank immediately assessed his prisoners. They were sitting against the bar. The noise had sounded

from the opposite side of the room.

Narrowing his eyes, the ruffian glanced toward the back wall. Something was different.

Suspiciously, Hank crept forward. None of the tables appeared disturbed. Of course, no one ever sat inthem. As his nerves settled, the fellow suddenly stopped.

A bottle of hard liquor lay on its side on the table by the wall. Hurriedly, Hank approached the

table to investigate. At first, he was confused. Then, Hank remembered the drunk, who always loungedin the corner. This was the only time Hank had ever seen him gone.

The sound of shattering glass caused the hooligan to jump. Whirling around, he stared wildly

toward the bar. Misae was nowhere to be seen. Billy, who was staring around the corner of the bar,whipped his head around and locked eyes with Hank.

“What's going on here?” Hank bellowed. The thug took aim and fired several shots into the bar

right above Billy's head. His target flung himself to the ground. With his hands bound, Billy couldn't

cover his head or prevent the ringing in his ears from striking the floor so hard.As Hank sprinted forward, Misae jumped up from behind the counter. Before Hank could

respond, the Shoshone hurled a glass bottle at his head. The ruffian dodged, firing a wild shot as he

moved. The mirror behind Misae shattered on impact.“Go!” he shouted, hurling another bottle before ducking out of sight.

The teenager took his cue and scrambled behind the bar. Hank leaped to his feet and carefully

approached the bar. Crouching, the fellow moved sideways to get a clearer shot at his foes. Billy stuck his head out and flung a bottle at Hank.

“Merry Christmas!” he yelled.

The projectile struck the hooligan's shoulder. His injury wasn't serious but it smarted like the

devil. Wincing, the man ducked behind a table. He felt pretty pathetic to say the least. Here Hank waswith a loaded gun, and he was hiding from two bottle-chunking teenagers!

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On the other hand, the fellow didn't need stitches in his forehead either. His enemies would runout of ammunition soon. He could easily wait them out. Unfortunately, Hank knew Randy wouldn't

wait forever. His superior was already moody.

Just then, a noise reached his ears. Glancing backwards, Hank's eyes caught the back wall

sliding open. Astonished, the fellow stared. When he spotted Lomasi poke her head out, the villainraised his gun. Before he could fire, a well-aimed bottle shattered over his head.

After Hank crumbled to the ground, the girls raced from the passageway. Misae and Billy met

them, and the group bolted for the door. They knew their footsteps would alert Dirk, but there was noavoiding that. Bursting outside, Jessica darted toward the schoolhouse.

“Where you going?” Billy shouted, catching her arm.

“I have to help my father!” the girl cried. Ripping free, the young woman raced toward theschoolhouse. Her fear for her father's safety propelled the girl forward.

Her companions sprinted after her. Entering the schoolhouse, Jessica sped toward the closet.

Rushing down the stairs, she tripped over something in the dim lighting. Jessica tumbled down the

stairs. Scrambling to her feet, the girl turned around.In the eerie glow of the cavern, Jessica's eyes suddenly widened in horror. Jumping forward, she

flung her arms around her father, who lay wedged in the stairwell.

“Father!” she screamed. “Father!” She shook him. The Englishman didn't respond. Tears welledup in Jessica's eyes. Stubbornly, she refused to acknowledge the horrifying truth. Desperately, she

shook the man. His pale skin sent shivers of dread down her spine.

Jessica refused to notice the blood running down the staircase. A wale of agony escaped her lips. The sound of footsteps sounded above.

“Don't come down here!” Jessica screamed. “Go away!” Tears flowed down her face like a

raging flood. Her father couldn't be dead. He just couldn't be! Jessica buried her face in the man's chestand screamed at the top of her lungs.

Trembling, the young woman unsteadily rose to her feet. Her emotions were running wild:

sadness, guilt, rage. She clenched her fists tightly. Slowly, Jessica stepped over the lifeless body of her

beloved father.The young woman joined the others upstairs. Her expression told them everything. Lomasi

approached her and embraced the girl. Instantly, Jessica burst into tears. Billy sympathized with her,

but he also feared for their safety. Jessica's sobs would definitely alert their enemies.They had no guns with which to defend themselves. Hank and Dirk wouldn't think twice about

shooting them. Slipping to the doorway, Billy peered outside. The streets were deserted. He assumed

Hank was still unconscious, but where were Dirk and Randy?How long had Randy been gone? Billy was growing more and more concerned. Randy had

seemed pretty set on keeping them here permanently. Why had he left them alive so willingly? Billy

knew he was missing something.

Just then, Randy stepped from the Spur Saloon. He locked eyes with Billy. A sneer spread over the immortal's eyes. Calmly, Randy removed a lighter from his pocket and lit it. Confused, Billy

watched his enemy flick the flame onto the ground.

With a whoosh, a flame ignited and raced toward the schoolhouse. It was then that Billy'snostrils detected the stench of gasoline. Lunging backward, the teenager barely avoided the fiery

furnace that exploded on the stairs.

Rolling away, Billy stared in horror at the bottom of his boots. Flames raged over the gasolineon them. Desperately, the teenager stomped the fire out. However, there was nothing he could do about

the blazing furnace in the doorway.

The dry wood acted like a bonfire heap. Rapidly, the flame covered the building. A bullet zipped

through the doorway. While it didn't harm anyone, the shot communicated their enemies werewatching. They were trapped in this blazing prison.

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CHAPTER EIGHTEENISABEL'S FINAL TOKEN

Lomasi held Jessica tightly. Misae wrapped his arms around both girls. He wasn't afraid of death, but he feared for his sister's life. They didn't have much time. Steadily, the roaring flame crept

toward them.

Billy stood in stunned silence. All this time, his uncle had been searching for a mythical goldmine. Billy never believed it existed. Now, he almost wished it did. The fact that he was about to die in

a fire for something that wasn't even real angered him.

He spun around the room. There was absolutely no way out. Even the stairs to the cavern were blocked by flames. As if in a dream, the fire crept toward him along the wooden floor. In sheer

moments, they would reach him.

Glancing backwards, the young man eyed the others. Jessica cried into Lomasi's chest. The

Shoshone girl held Jessica tightly while her brother held her even tighter. If Lomasi was going to die,Misae wanted to go with her. Billy made his way to his friends.

He met Lomasi's eyes. Trembling, the young woman held out a hand to him. Billy swallowed

hard and reached slowly for her hand. Lomasi pulled him toward her and wrapped her arm around him.Timbers of burning support beams crashed down around them. The heat was unbearable.

“Billy!” a voice shouted. Opening his eyes, Billy stared toward the call. He stared in shock

when he spotted his Uncle Sydney standing just outside an opening in the back of the room. The author urged them toward him.

Sprinting forward, the teenagers pushed their way through the inferno. They stopped several

feet from the escape route. Angry flames raged before them. Jessica jerked back in fear. Billy suddenlyswept her off her feet and flung her out the doorway.

Uncle Sydney caught the girl effortlessly. Lomasi escaped next. Billy and Misae jumped

together. No sooner had the boys hit the ground than most of the old schoolhouse collapsed. Uncle

Sydney pulled the teenagers away from the doomed building. They needed to hide.

As the flames claimed the historic schoolhouse, Randy stood on the steps of the Spur Saloon.

Thoughtfully, he reached into his pocket and produced a harmonica.“It's no fiddle,” he thought. “But, it'll do.” Putting the instrument to his lips, the young man

played a merry tune of “Old Susanna.” Dirk and Hank stood in the background. Their ringleader was

seriously worrying them.Granted, the ruffians had no conscience. However, they never stood by and watched their

enemies perish with such open satisfaction or callousness. Randy apparently had no respect for human

life. Obviously, the centuries he'd spent on earth had robbed him of all compassion.

After a few moments, Randy completed his song. Somberly, he shoved the harmonica back intohis pocket. Removing his hand, the fellow studied the glimmering emerald. For a moment, his eyes

clouded, and memories seemed to fill his mind.

“Get the car ready,” Randy said suddenly.“Where we going?” Hank inquired.

“Cuba,” Randy answered. The solemnness in his voice rattled Hank. He was beginning to

question this peculiar fellow. However, the promise of wealth overpowered his sense of danger. Thetrio walked silently toward the livery stable.

Entering their vehicle, Dirk started the ignition and stepped on the accelerator. As they

disappeared into the horizon, five figures emerged from the shadows. Jessica watched the car vanish

into the distance. Her fist clenched in anger.“How far is Cuba?” she inquired. Without waiting for an answer, the young woman stormed

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down the path, her face red with anger and stained by tears.“She'll want blood,” Lomasi whispered.

“From an enemy she can't kill,” Uncle Sydney added. “Well, we can't let her go alone.” Billy glanced at

his uncle in shock.

“Don't tell me we're going to Cuba!” he exclaimed.“Would you let her go alone?” the author inquired. “Don't answer that!” He could see the expression in

his nephew's eyes. The young man didn't favor Jessica at all.

“We'll help you,” Lomasi whispered. Misae stared at his sister. For a moment, they locked eyes.A message passed between them. Billy would always find this connection slightly creepy. It was almost

like telepathy.

“Jessica,” Uncle Sydney called, “wait up!” The young woman stopped and turned slightly. Sheseemed surprised when the others approached her. When the group reached Jessica, the girl met Uncle

Sydney's eyes defiantly.

“He killed my father,” she whispered harshly. “I'm going to kill him!” The author didn't argue.

He knew Jessica was beyond reason at this point. Glancing around, Uncle Sydney studied theexpressions of those around him.

In Misae's eyes, he witnessed determination and strength. Lomasi reflected compassion and

kindness. Billy appeared uncertain of their quest but willing to finish well. Finally, Sydney turned back to Jessica. Anger and hatred oozed from the girl's eyes.

This blind rage would prove crippling in their journey. Jessica wouldn't stop until her father's

killer met justice. Sydney wondered if the girl would hurt them if they stepped in her way. Either way,they couldn't let her go alone.

“Random question,” Billy quipped. “How do we get outta here?” Jessica's eyes widened. She

hadn't even considered this problem. Their vehicles were damaged beyond repair. Hank and Dirk hadseen to that already. Suddenly, Misae's eyes widened. He pointed towards the livery stable.

Turning the others gaped at the horse-drawn carriage standing by the building. They ran to it.

Oddly enough, the steeds weren't alarmed by their approach. Instead, the creatures stood completely

still and composed.“There's no way,” Billy mumbled.

“What?” Jessica demanded.

“It's identical to the one in the legend,” Billy answered. “But, that can't be!”“From what I've read,” Uncle Sydney mused, “the carriage belonged to Isabel.”

“Seems it's her last token of existence,” Billy sighed, glancing toward the destroyed

schoolhouse.“I can't figure out where the horses came from,” Misae commented.

“Who cares!” Jessica snapped. “Let's go!” The young woman climbed into the carriage and sat down

hard. She glared at the others.

“Are you coming or not?” she demanded. Flinching, Billy struggled to maintain his composure.Fortunately, Lomasi placed a hand on his wrist. Her gentle touch calmed his nerves. Billy was grateful.

With Jessica bent on revenge, she would be very difficult.

Climbing into the carriage, the group tried to get comfortable. Misae took the reigns and coaxedthe horses into a steady trot. Billy shook his head. They would look like Amish when they arrived in

town. Thankfully, their stay would be brief.

What they would find in Cuba, Billy couldn't guess. They faced a cunning and deadly enemy,who defied death itself. Jessica suffered agony, guilt, and rage, which would severely endanger both

herself and those around her.

She would have to be watched and protected. Lomasi leaned her head against Billy's shoulder

just then. For the first time that day, Billy smiled and relaxed. The legend of Eagle Mine was behindthem. But the real adventure was just beginning.

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EPILOGUE

Hundreds of miles away, a lone figure trekked through Yosemite Park in the breathtaking Sierra

Mountains. Children laughed as they chased each other down the trails. Parents hurried after their munchkins, calling for them to be careful.

The concern of the adults caused a hint of a smile on the figure's lips. Slowly, he approached a

stream. Kneeling, the fellow dipped his rugged hands into the soothing, gurgling water. After washinghis face, the man stood.

Cautiously, he glanced around. Convinced no one was watching, the figure leaped onto a rock

jutting out of the stream. Gracefully, he leaped from stone to stone until his feet reached the opposite bank. Approaching the rocky ledge, the man climbed.

When he finally reached a ledge, the fellow sat down. Breathing heavily, the individual gazed

over the lush greenery surrounding him. A slight noise reached his ears.

“You shouldn't be here,” a voice stated. Calmly, the seated fellow glanced back toward thespeaker, who stood in shadow.

“Kibney's legend is over,” the man murmured. “Our enemy's getting closer.” The man behind

him stepped from the shadows. Thoughtfully, he scratched his pudgy stomach and joined hiscompanion on the ledge.

“We may have found a new guardian, Luke” the heavy one commented. The legendary miner

faced his friend and furrowed his brow.“Possibly,” he nodded. “But, the girl's a problem, Simon.”

“Not with the proper guidance,” the old bartender returned. “Won't recognize you for awhile,” he

laughed.“You'll adjust,” Luke answered. He reached into his bag and removed a scraggly gray beard.

Shaking his head, the fellow tossed it to the side. A slight chirping sounded. Gently, a mother eagle

lifted the discarded whiskers in her beak and lay it across her nest on the cliff face.

Dissatisfied, the bird tossed it over the cliff. Luke and Simon laughed. They would need a newlegend soon to keep the world distracted and the truth secret. Behind them, sunshine filtered into the

moss-covered cave.

When the sunlight struck the it just right, the moss glowed. One could have also claimed itglittered. To a dazed individual, the sparkling growth could have very easily been mistaken as a cavern

of solid gold.

THE END

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