Lust for Gold

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Maybe he never found a mine.

Some people don't believe

there ever was a Lost Dutchman.

Well, then again, some do.

The news had a story on it

just this morning.

There.

This newspaper item was my first lead.

I wanted to meet this guy who said

he was going to find my grandfather's mine.

Mr. Buckley, ask you a couple of questions

about this newspaper story.

- Certainly. I'm always glad to see the press.

- I'm not a reporter.

I'm just interested in you being so sure

about locating that Lost Dutchman.

If you read my books, you'd know

I wouldn't go on a wild-goose chase.

- You've got a map?

- Naturally I have a map.

- One of the original Peraltas, in fact.

- Peralta?

The Peralta mine I'm seeking and

the Lost Dutchman are one and the same.

Then it looks like you and I

have got something in common.

- Yes?

- I happen to be Jacob Walz's grandson.

Really? You mean the man

who allegedly owned it?

That's very interesting, I'm sure.

- I never knew he left a family.

- I can prove it if I have to.

That's why it might be good business

to let me come along with you.

If you know how to use this map...

I not only know how to use it,

but I know where the marker is.

And I know how to use that, too.

But for your information, young man,

I never go partners.

Excuse me.

He really brushed me off.

I decided right then to follow him.

When his car dropped him off

at Apache Junction, I was waiting.

I started tailing him then.

But Buckley was too sharp.

He lost me on the third day.

I never caught up with him again.

- Not till after I heard the shots.

- 30-30. Entered downward, from behind.

This must be the map

he was talking about. It was in his wallet.

- Something's been torn off the top of it.

- Maybe that's the way he got it.

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