September

August did not end well for me. Yet again I have to admit I have failed to uncover the hiding place for the lost gold. While that doesn’t mean it’s simply not there, it does show that I may be running out of options. I reduced my target area from a large area of rugged forest down to the size of my small kitchen, yet the possible depth and type of material don’t allow for my detectors to receive a signal. Does anyone have experience with a dowsing rod?

The tinder dry forest is a cause for concern. In the hours I spent at the target, small flakes of ash fell on the truck. Somewhere high above the prevailing air current carried the ash in my direction lending concern about my presence there. Thankfully when my truck died the previous week it was on the highway with cellular service and not in the forest.

Perhaps cooler fall weather will provide better results for my efforts.

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About Jim

Sweet-themed historical fiction circa 1900 is my genre. Prairie life before dandelions, English sparrows and starlings. I spent decades living on the western Canadian prairie, fascinated by realities facing the pioneers, both First Nations people and immigrants. My grandparents met in an area first known as Sweet Valley in southern Alberta. Decades later, Mother nature flirted with me and revealed many of her secrets that I strive to share with my readers.
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