TITLE: ARIZONA SPITFIRE
GENRE: Tween adventure/mystery
Victims of cursed gold—buried alive, beheaded—vanished. Paul shivered in the Arizona heat and turned the page. Did he believe in curses? Of course not. But he did believe in the Lost Dutchman Mine and that fifty miles away treasure waited:
…near Apache Junction a gold vein wide as a river runs beneath Superstition Mountain. For two centuries, all who tried to stake a claim died. And the last prospector, the infamous Lost Dutchman, disappeared without even a body part to identify…
Under the shadow of a jacaranda tree he turned his book sideways, intent on a map until a voice interrupted.
“The Lost Dutchman’s Secret? Another crazed gold hunter!”
Paul squinted against the afternoon glare as a slender girl in a red T-shirt stepped into his shade. “I—I. . .”
“You must be Paul. Your cousin David said you and Abby would be on the ranch today.” The girl pulled a bandana from her riding pants and mopped her neck. Damp curls clung to her brown skin. “I’m Felipa. I help in the stables.”
“I am. He did? You met my sister?” Paul searched Felipa’s eyes for reactions to Abby.
“Not yet. I thought I’d see her at the stables. David says she loves horses.”
“Yeah, um. . . ” Paul had never seen eyes like Felipa’s. Golden green? He automatically reached for his camera, but didn’t take her picture. That’d be lame and would blow any chance he had to impress her. “Abby’s wild—about horses.”