Granite Man by Elizabeth Lowell Read Free Book Online

a minute. I can't tell anyone, right?"
     Luke nodded.
     "And you, Nevada and Cash are the only other ones who know. Right?"
     "Carla knows," Luke said. "I told her myself."
     "So five people know, including me."
     "Right."
     "Tell me, older brother – how much time do you have to spend looking for lost mines?"
     "None," he said flatly.
     "Nevada?"
     He looked toward Luke, but it was Cash who spoke first. "Nevada has cougar tracking duty. That takes care of his spare time for the summer."
     The satisfaction in Cash's voice was subtle but unmistakable. Luke heard it. His smile was so small and swift that only Nevada saw it.
     Mariah didn't notice. She was looking at Cash with hopeful eyes, waiting for him to volunteer. He didn't seem to notice her.
     "No one prospects the high country in the winter," Luke said unhelpfully.
     Mariah simply said, "Cash?"
     "Sorry," he said. "That country is too rough for a tenderfoot like you."
     "I've camped out before."
     Cash grunted but was obviously unimpressed.
     "I've hiked, too."
     "Who carried your pack?"
     "I did."
     He grunted again. The sound wasn't encouraging. Inspiration struck Mariah. "I'll do the cooking. I'll even do the dishes, too. Please?"
     Cash looked at her luminous golden eyes and the graceful hand resting on his bare forearm in unconscious pleading. Desire shot through him at the thought of having her pleading with him for his skill as a lover rather than his expertise in hunting for gold.
     " No, " Cash said, more roughly than he had intended.
     Mariah flinched as though she had been slapped. Hastily she withdrew her hand from his arm.
     For an instant Luke's eyes widened, then narrowed with a purely male assessment. Soon his mouth shifted into a smile that was both sympathetic and amused as he realized what Cash's problem was.
     "If I were you, Granite Man," Nevada drawled calmly, "I'd change my mind."
     Cash shot the other man a savage look. "You're not me."
     "Does that mean you're volunteering to go gold hunting?" Mariah said to Nevada, hoping her voice didn't sound as hurt as she felt by Cash's harsh refusal.
     "Sorry, Muffin," Luke said, cutting across anything Nevada might have wanted to say. "I'm too shorthanded as it is. I can't afford to turn loose of Nevada."
     "Damn shame," Nevada said without heat. "Hate to see a good treasure map go to waste."
     "What?" Luke and Cash said together. Silently Nevada pushed a piece of paper toward Mariah. Cash bent over her shoulder, all but holding his breath so that he wouldn't take in her fragile, tantalizing scent.
     "I'm a warrior, not a prospector," Nevada said, "but I've read more than one map drawn by a barely literate man. Offhand, I'd guess this one shows the route to Mad Jack's mine."
    ~5~
    With a harshly suppressed sound of disgust and anger, Cash looked from the age-darkened, brittle paper to Mariah's innocent expression.
      No wonder she was so eager to trade her nonexistent rights of inheritance in exchange for Luke's permission to prospect on the Rocking M – she has a damned map to follow to Mad Jack's mine!

     Yet Mariah had looked so vulnerable when she had pleaded with Cash for his help.
     Sweet little con artist. God. Why are men so stupid? And why am I so particularly stupid!
     Mariah glanced from the paper to Nevada and smiled wryly. "I got all excited the first time I looked at it, too. Then I looked again. And again. I stared until I was cross-eyed, but I still couldn't make out two-thirds of the chicken scratches. Even if I assume Mad Jack drew this – and that's by no means a certainty – he didn't even mark north or south in any way I can decipher. As for labeling any of the landmarks, not a chance. I suspect the old boy was indeed illiterate. There's not a single letter of the alphabet on the whole map."
     "He didn't need words. He read the land, not books." Nevada turned the map until the piece of paper stood on one chewed corner. "That's north," he said,