|COMING APRIL 2013|
I listened with both ears, on account of there is nothing I'd rather do than go dig up some gold . . . or peek inside an old mine. Well, after listening to Chad's story, I decided that maybe--just maybe--I don't want to go into a mine, after all. He did, and . . . oops. If I tell you everything he told me right now, then the story will be ruined. Besides, I still have shivers remembering what he told me that happened!
It's enough to say that Chad made a new friend, Jem, who taught him how to pan for gold. In exchange, Chad tried to teach Jem how to brand a calf. That didn't turn out so well. I laughed and laughed when he told me what happened, but I doubt it was very funny for the four of them at the time (Jem, his sister Ellie--who is my older sister, Kate's, age--and their cousin Nathan).
It's stories like these that make me wish Father hadn't died in that dumb roundup accident all those years ago. Maybe he would take me to gold towns too. I asked Chad if we still own that mine up there. He frowned, scratched his head and said, "You better ask Justin. He knows better than I do what our family owns and doesn't own. We might've sold it. Or maybe all the gold is gone now."
Maybe. If I find out if the Carters still own part of that mine . . . the Midas, I think it's called . . . I'll write about it. And maybe . . . Justin can take me up there to see what it's like now! And to see where Chad had his adventure. Anyway, if you want to read what happened, get yourself a copy of Tunnel of Gold when it comes out in April.