The gold piece felt warm in his hand and set fire in his heart. He studied the gold piece dated 1641. Old Spanish gold, and the story claimed a chest full of gold was hidden somewhere in this canyon.
He shoved the coin in his pocket, took his hat off and mopped his brow. The legend told that someone guarded this treasure. He looked over his shoulder. Eyes. He could feel eyes folowing him and watching his every move. They sent chills over his body. He slapped his hat back on and spurred his horse up and out of the canyon. He stopped and looked back. He needed freedom to search and a right to claim anything he found. He needed to own this canyon, and he vowed he would. He would do anything to gain possession...anything.
