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When Madilyn MacIntyre spends the Labor Day weekend with her grandfather on his Arkansas farm, annoying Chad Welbourne insists on driving her there. She quickly learns that she isn’t the source of Chad’s interest, but rather the rumor of a vast Civil War era treasure that is supposedly buried on her grandfather’s farm. And when she returns to Kansas City to her job, she finds that lies and manipulation by her enemies have caused her to be fired. Heartbroken, she retreats again to her grandfather’s farm, for emotional healing before applying for another position. However, it soon becomes apparent that someone is after the MacIntyre treasure, someone working ruthlessly behind the scenes. When Chad follows her back to Arkansas, Maddie suspects that his motives don’t include the love that he pretends to profess for her, but that greed is his great motivator. Maddie’s grandfather insists there isn’t really a treasure, that it is only a legend. But is that true? Or will he and Maddie both be caught in circumstances that not only threaten their livelihood but their very lives? J. W. Watkins, mother to 4, grandmother to 10, and great-grandmother to 5, feels that writing is her calling from God. There’s nothing I would rather do than sit at my computer, my hands busy typing and my mind full of the words that God has given me, she says. In fact, I can get so absorbed, I forget to do anything else. She has been writing since the age of eight and has been a Christian for the last sixty-two years. She, at present, lives in Arkansas, in the house and on the farm where she grew up.
