| Author: | Mary Suzanne | ISBN: | 9781370359370 |
| Publisher: | Mary Suzanne | Publication: | June 3, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Mary Suzanne |
| ISBN: | 9781370359370 |
| Publisher: | Mary Suzanne |
| Publication: | June 3, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Riley kept looking at an old tombstone a few feet from where he stood. The granite slab acted almost like it was beckoning to him. He walked over and leaned down brushing aside the leaves piled on top of it. The thick marble slab looked as if it had been there forever. The cut and style of the stone had to date back to the nineteenth century. The tombstone read “Wild Bart Jamison” from out west in Colorado.
“It looks as if you want to talk to me Bart Jamison,” he chuckled softly as he decided this might be an interesting gravesite to place his recorder on.
He hoped his microphone would pick up any message that might be coming through. Something was urging him to check this one out and he couldn’t let it go.
The marker stated that Bart Jamison died in 1850. After his death, the family brought the old prospector back east to be buried in the family plot. A small inscription at the bottom of the marble slab stated that Bart had discovered gold in Colorado right after the California gold rush of 1849. Near the inscription was a carved out picture of a cowboy astride a horse.
“Wow, this looks like a good find.” Riley had thought he whispered the words, but his voice carried across the lonely cemetery on the stiff breeze now sending chills through his bones.
He felt excitement stir in him as he placed his recorder on the old gravestone and turned it on. Just maybe he would be lucky tonight and find out a little about this Bart Jamison. He wondered if the man had really struck it rich, or died a pauper and had to be buried by his relatives in New York City.
Suddenly, Riley saw a light flashing across the deserted cemetery. He didn’t bother removing his equipment from the marker as he hunched down behind the tall gravestone. The light made another pass right near his hiding place.
Riley kept looking at an old tombstone a few feet from where he stood. The granite slab acted almost like it was beckoning to him. He walked over and leaned down brushing aside the leaves piled on top of it. The thick marble slab looked as if it had been there forever. The cut and style of the stone had to date back to the nineteenth century. The tombstone read “Wild Bart Jamison” from out west in Colorado.
“It looks as if you want to talk to me Bart Jamison,” he chuckled softly as he decided this might be an interesting gravesite to place his recorder on.
He hoped his microphone would pick up any message that might be coming through. Something was urging him to check this one out and he couldn’t let it go.
The marker stated that Bart Jamison died in 1850. After his death, the family brought the old prospector back east to be buried in the family plot. A small inscription at the bottom of the marble slab stated that Bart had discovered gold in Colorado right after the California gold rush of 1849. Near the inscription was a carved out picture of a cowboy astride a horse.
“Wow, this looks like a good find.” Riley had thought he whispered the words, but his voice carried across the lonely cemetery on the stiff breeze now sending chills through his bones.
He felt excitement stir in him as he placed his recorder on the old gravestone and turned it on. Just maybe he would be lucky tonight and find out a little about this Bart Jamison. He wondered if the man had really struck it rich, or died a pauper and had to be buried by his relatives in New York City.
Suddenly, Riley saw a light flashing across the deserted cemetery. He didn’t bother removing his equipment from the marker as he hunched down behind the tall gravestone. The light made another pass right near his hiding place.
