CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
“The maps, my father’s maps that were in my saddle bag are gone!"
Maria stood by her black mare, showing Flynn where a very sharp knife had cut out the bottom of her saddlebag. The top was still buckled.
Flynn leaned against his horse. It was hard to disguise the pleasure he felt knowing this deadly search for treasure was at last over. Keeping his emotions in check, he spoke softly. "That's it then. Let's turn north toward the border and head for home."
Fire flashed in Maria's eyes. "No way I’m going home, not after being this close, after all that’s happened. This whole thing has to mean something; it has to be completed. I'm sure my father would have wanted it finished."
Flynn shook his head. "Look Maria, without a map, wandering aimlessly in Mexico after what’
