which heâd handed down to her. Given a choice between mucking a stall or going to a movie, Natalie would reach for a pitchfork everytime, which accounted for her entire afternoon spent in the barn. Sheâd rather clean stalls and tack than sort through her fatherâs paperwork in the house.
A good portion of the leather needed to be cleaned, so she searched the tack room for a tub of saddle soap and spotted some on her fatherâs workbench. When she removed the container from its cubbyhole, she noticed a thick envelope crushed behind. Curious, she pulled it out and examined the crinkled paper, yellowed with age.
Unmarked but sealed, the bulky envelope practically begged to be opened.
Wondering what might be enclosed, she lifted the seal with the tip of her fingernail and stared at the contents, too stunned to let out a gasp.
She reached inside and pulled out a wad of twenty-dollar bills bound by a thick rubber band. Her fingers shuffled through them.
One hundred bills to be exact.
Shaking with excitement, Natalie counted them again, the sweet scent of cash and good fortune floating to her nose.
âFive-hundred, six-hundred, seven-hundredâ¦â
Natalie heard the school bus shift gears and roar into their driveway. Unable to keep from grinning, she stepped into the light of the barn entrance and called to Dillon after the bus pulled away. âTake your books to the house, then come here. I have something to show you.â
She returned to the stack of twenties, feeling as though sheâd won the lottery. Could Mr. Thompsonâs offhand remark about finding money in a shoe be correct? A giggle escaped her mouth as she considered whether her father might have stashed more money on the ranch.
Natalie had actually read newspaper accounts where family members found money from their deceased tucked between the pages of a book, stuffed under a mattress, or stashed in a flowerpot in the basement. The possibilities were endless. And this scenariowent right along with the attorneyâs statement about her father not trusting banks.
Dillon shuffled through the barn door, munching on a cookie. âHow come Chelsey didnât ride the bus tonight?â
Her fingers paused their counting. âSheâs going to a youth meeting with Sarah.â
âI thought you grounded her?â
âNot entirely.â Natalie tore her gaze from the aged bills. âDonât worry, Sarahâs a good kid.â
âWhatever you say.â Her brother finished the rest of his chocolate-chip cookie. âWhat did you want to show me?â
âThis.â Natalie clasped the bills and fanned them in front of her. âHave you ever seen so much money?â
His eyes widened. âWhere did you get that?â
She sank onto a nearby stool. When he came to her side, she brushed back his long bangs, only to have him comb them forward with his fingers. âDid Dad ever mention hiding money on the ranch?â
A shadow creased Dillonâs face, and she realized before he answered that he knew nothing. âWhy?â
âMr. Thompson suggested that he might have.â She showed her brother the empty envelope. âI found this hidden in the cubby over there, so I guess itâs a possibility. Do you know what that means?â
Dillon shrugged. âThat weâre rich?â
âNot quite.â She chuckled. âBut there might be more. I think we should go on a treasure hunt. We can each take a portion of the ranchâweâll dig through everything. Starting with this room.â
Dillonâs eyes transformed into animated twinkles. âThis is coolâjust like those reality shows on television.â He rushed over to the workbench and began shoveling through their fatherâs tools.
Natalie walked up behind her brother and turned him to face her. âItâs okay to have fun. Make it a game if you want. But itâs importantthat you donât tell
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