Lust for Gold Page #4

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Didn't the other brothers, Ramon or Manuel,

ever come back?

Well, they say Ramon came back,

but who knows?

You know, I generally charge tourists $10

for telling that yarn.

The mine, where the gold is buried,

that's the one my grandfather rediscovered?

So they say. Let's push it along.

- Ray, wait a minute.

- Yeah?

Do I have to go out with you?

I'd like to stay in here a while longer.

Getting you, too? Gold-happy.

You know every tourist I tell that yarn to

has to stay in a little while longer.

- All trying to figure out them signs.

- I'm something more than a tourist.

I've got a family interest in that mine.

Well, it's all right with me.

I'll leave you some grub.

But, remember, there's a killer loose in

here. I'd hate to see you end up like Buckley.

Covin's reminder about Buckley...

took some of the excitement out of me,

but only for a minute.

The Deputy could think I was a fool

if he wanted to...

but I was determined to try my luck

at putting the golden jigsaw together.

For the next five days

I beat my brains out...

trying to make the Spanish treasure signs

pay off.

Fifty yards, they said.

I went 50 yards in every direction

but straight up.

If I'd had wings, I'd have tried that.

I began to realise

that this was no ordinary puzzle.

I finally thought that maybe

if I went over every foot of the area...

where the four men had been murdered,

I might find something.

How close I came

I didn't learn till a lot later.

I didn't know I was being stalked...

that for a moment I was a bull's eye,

a sitting duck.

Number five on the list.

I just kept going,

dreaming about being a millionaire.

The only thing I learnt was that the guy

who'd murdered Buckley...

wasn't the only killer loose in Superstition.

You don't relax right away.

You sort of coast to a stop

after a shock like that.

I was almost afraid to look at my leg.

I was sure he'd gotten me.

He hadn't, but he came awful close.

I finally started to breathe again

and shook off the shroud of fear...

the rattler had thrown over me.

I picked up my pack and started to get up.

That's when I found it buried in the ground.

When I pulled rocks loose

to throw at the snake...

I'd uncovered a part of a rifle.

Excitedly, I dug the rest of it

out of the gravel.

I didn't have any idea what kind it was,

but as I held it in my hands...

I wanted to believe

it had been my grandfather's.

Because if it was, it could mean

I was close to the lost mine.

To the gold.

Call it fate, luck, it doesn't matter.

But a rattlesnake that had tried to kill me

had led me to this old weapon.

At that moment it seemed I could

actually feel the presence of Jacob Walz...

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