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Duncan crawled deep into the limestone tunnel, the cold seeping through his heavy denim shirt, while the solid barrier of rock pressed against his back and squeezed his shoulders. With each movement the passage grew tighter, forcing him to he on his belly and grip onto any small outcropping of rock to pull himself along, inch after inch.
Cool, dank air filled his lungs when he sucked in his next breath, and for the first time inside the tunnel, he felt moisture on the walls and floor. A moment later the passage widened, and in the light shining from his head lamp he could see the crawlspace take a sudden vertical turn, dropping straight down into nothing.
Surprised laughter burst from his throat, the reverberation echoing about the chamber until it disappeared down the hole-a narrow shaft so much like the ones he'd found in the last seventeen tunnels he'd explored in this barren part of southeastern Montana. This one could come to a dead end, too, but he had no intention of giving up. He was following a dream, and he wouldn't quit easily.
Not this time.
The precipice jutting out over the shaft was barely wide enough for him to stand on, the ceiling a good six and a half feet above it, allowing him just enough room to straighten his spine, flex his constricted muscles, and study his surroundings. The only two ways to continue were to go back the way he'd come or climb straight down, and he didn't believe in moving backward.
Within seconds, he was back in action, taping a reflective arrow on the wall of the cave and securing his rope to the sturdiest rock he could reach. When his climbing gear was ready, he tossed the rope over the edge and rappelled into unexploredterritory, hoping this shaft would lead him to the mysterious cavern-and the city of gold.
For ten years he'd wondered about the city. Was it a myth? A legend? Rumors he'd heard years before had caught his interest, but he hadn't given them much credence until he'd found an old journal in a rugged Rocky Mountain canyon. The sheaf of papers had been wrapped in oilcloth and leather, and was clasped against the skeletal chest of Angus MacPherson, a nineteenth-century mountain man who'd lived a bold and adventurous life, if there was any truth to his stories. The Scotsman had gone on one escapade after another, and Duncan had read the tome so often that Angus had pretty much come to life, roaming dark caves by his side. Hell, he even had conversations with the grizzled old goat.
"Did I ever tell you about the blizzard of 1837?"
"At least a dozen times," Duncan answered, as he pushed away from an overhang, making sure his rope didn't catch on a jutting rock as he made his way further into the pit.
"Might have died if I hadn't trailed an old she-bear into her den. Too bad the place wasn't big enough for both of us. I suspect she would have been better company than the bats or the sound of my own gruff voice. Still, that old girl, tough as she was, kept my belly full and my body warm all winter long. If it weren't for her, I would surely have died, and I never would have found the city of gold."
"The city of gold." Duncan's sixth sense told him he'd finally found the right tunnel. After five...
Cario can never forget the way Duncan left her after only one night of wedded bliss. But her son is in need of a father, so she reluctantly decides to find him. Meanwhile, Duncan has his own bone to pick with Cario. When they meet up, they can't deny the fiery passion that still exists between them.