CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Rain continued to pour from the leaden skies as the thunderheads rode the crest of the Sierra Madre. The creek became a wild, surging stream and the arroyos were overflowing. The animals had been moved to the top of the steps that lead to the treasure house.
They worked by the light of the ancient tapers to conserve what little life was left in their torches as, with aching legs, they carried bars of gold from the levels below.
Wrapped in canvas, the gold had been carefully tied onto the mules. Flynn secured the last sack of gold coins on the horses. "That's it. Let's get out of here and try to make the best time possible before the day is over." He started to mount.
Maria, the rain pouring from the brim of her tejano, flashed her most provocative smile. "Honey, I
