She knew it wouldn’t always be easy, but that didn’t matter. She wanted it. She wanted a life with this man—all the challenges, all the fun, and the beautiful family they would build together.
She wanted that. Plain and simple.
She wanted him forever.
Micah
The pastor started the ceremony, but Micah didn’t hear the words. He was too busy hoping she would say yes.
To his delight, when her turn came, she said, “I do.”
He was so happy that he didn’t even notice when the pastor prompted him to say it.
Trey had to nudge him. “It’s your turn.”
Micah jolted back to the present. “I do.”
Everyone laughed.
The pastor smiled and said, “I now pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Micah and Cheyenne Jamison.”
Micah swept Cheyenne up and kissed her. There was no doubt that he would be happy for the rest of his life with her by his side.
A few hours later,after the reception, they were getting ready to go when Raine Birch hurried into the room, followed by his wife and kids. Raine put his hand up and said, “I know it’s a wedding, and I know you’re about to leave, but I need to tell you guys something.”
Everyone fell quiet, and Micah grabbed Cheyenne’s hand.
“When I got the information from Truman, there was something else in the envelope. I have to share it with all of you. It’s evidence that Birch found another lead for the conquistador gold, and where it might be stored in Salt Lake City, Utah. Apparently your father”—he pointed to the Cross side—“and your father”—he pointed to the Stone side—“had another friend there. They were sending letters back and forth, and this is one of them. They’re using the term ‘Porter Rockwell gold’ to describe some treasure hunt they all went on together. Truman thought that would be the next place he’d check if the whole thing didn’t pan out.”
He held out the letter, swinging it back and forth between Porter and Trey. “I don’t know who I should give it to. I just know I’m done with this. I trust you guys.”
Nash stepped forward. “I think that’s for me. As you all know, I’m living in Salt Lake right now. And it’s my turn.”
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