Raising The Rancher's Family. Patricia Thayer

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      About thirty minutes later they reached their destination. Holt followed Leah’s lead as she climbed off her mount and tied the bay mare to the tree branch. “The Sunny Days Mine is up there.”

      Armed with flashlights, she started up the rocky grade with Holt close behind her. To his surprise, she managed to climb with ease. They reached the landing, then another twenty feet they located the mine. The entrance was boarded up and a Keep Out sign nailed across the front. A closer look showed that the barricade had been loosened, making entry easier.

      “This is a popular place for teenagers,” Leah explained. “It’s kind of a rite of passage. They come here to drink and…be with their girlfriends.”

      Holt pushed back his hat, and rubbed his hand over his unshaven jaw. “This gives Lover’s Lane a whole different meaning,” he said.

      “And it’s a whole bunch more dangerous.”

      He pulled off two loose boards to allow them better access. With flashlights on they ducked into the dark mine. The temperature was a good ten degrees cooler inside and a musty smell assaulted their noses.

      Holt directed his light toward the floor, showing dusty evidence of past parties.

      “Typical teenagers, they never pick up after themselves,” he said.

      “We should report this to the sheriff so he can notify the owner to seal the entrance.”

      “Do you really think that will keep out curious kids?”

      Leah ignored Holt’s sarcasm. While he examined the main room, she started off toward one of the tunnels, praying she wouldn’t find any traces of the boy living here. She ducked through the entry to the tunnel framed by huge wooden support beams. There were old mining tools and stacks of rotten lumber. Just as she walked around the beams, a rat scurried across her path. She gasped and jumped backward tripping over the rotting wood. Unable to regain her balance, she hit the dirt floor as the stack began shifting.

      Dust stirred the air and Holt rushed to her side. He swept her up in his arms and carried her out into the main room. Setting her down against the entrance, his large body shielded her from any falling debris. Finally silence filled the air, but he didn’t release her. She was trembling, feeling Holt’s breath against her ear, his large body against hers.

      He looked down at her. “Are you all right?”

      She managed to nod.

      “Then let’s get the hell out of here.” He took her hand and drew her outside.

      Once in the bright sunlight, he held her at arm’s length and did a closer examination. “Do you realize what could have happened to you?”

      She was still trembling. “Yes, but I’m okay. Thank you.”

      That seemed to make him angry. “I don’t want your thanks. You could have been seriously hurt or…or…” He turned away, jerked his hat off and combed his hand through his hair. “Dammit, Leah.”

      Now she was angry with herself. “I know. I shouldn’t have gone into the tunnel. I guess I wasn’t thinking. I just wanted to find the boy.”

      “Are you this reckless as a photographer?”

      He didn’t know the half of it. “They hire me to do my job,” she insisted. She started down the slope when he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. They stood inches apart.

      “I’m not taking another step until you promise me not to do anything that crazy again.”

      The last thing she wanted to do was kowtow to this man, but after he’d rescued her, she owed him one. “Okay, but you need to accept that I mean to find that boy.” She glanced up at the sky as the sun suddenly was shadowed by threatening clouds. “We should hurry because we’re running out of time.” She started down to the horses.

      “We’re finished for today.”

      She stopped to argue, but decided it wasn’t worth it. “Then I’ll go myself.”

      He gave her an incredulous look. “After what happened in the mine shaft, I’m not letting you out of my sight.”