GENRE: Middle Grade
Beneath the shade of a jacaranda tree Paul devoured details of murder and cursed gold. According to his book, the Lost Dutchman’s hidden mine waited to be found less than 50 miles from where he sat:
. . . beneath Superstition Mountain near Apache Junction, Arizona lies a tornado-shaped pit of pure gold—worth billions. WARNING: the treasure is cursed. For the few who have found this "mother lode” all have died gruesomely—buried in landslides, beheaded, torn apart by animals. The most famous prospector, the Lost Dutchman, vanished without even a body part to identify in 1880. Today, drawn by greed or legend, some still seek the gold, but all should understand: anyone who finds this golden funnel and dares to take a single nugget will not live to spend it. . .
He turned his book sideways, intent on the map of Superstition Mountain until his older sister shook his shoulder.
“Shine, shine, shine, Paulie! Abby loves rabies horses—”
“Yeah. Okay.” Abby tugged Paul’s arm and pointed at the grey mare drinking from a metal tub. “Aunt Penny says Abby will ride. Today.”