A trip into the Cascade Mountains garners a whole lot more than possible gold . . .
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She doesn't know where she's been. She doesn't know where she's going. But, she does know she's a teenager and an expert at everything. After being stuck in a tree trunk for two hundred years, Oshi is once again messing with the guy who helped her out. A simple trip into the Cascade Mountains in a new truck to search for lost gold turns out to be an exercise in patience for seventeen-year-old Jason Sommers. Oshi is trouble wearing a real eagle feather in her beaded headband, claiming she has connections that will help him find the sunken treasure. But Jason should have known better . . .
So far, so good. Oshi acted like a normal seventeen-year-old girl, instead of a snoopy, Native American princess who claimed to know how everything worked. Then she made trouble in the process. Jason Sommers kept his hands clenched around the steering wheel at two o-clock position and returned his gaze on the Interstate towards Lost Haven on the far side of the Cascade Mountains.
The sole action of Oshi minding her manners always signaled trouble. He didn't dare focus on her, which was difficult since she was so pretty with the single feather in her headband, her soft, past-the-knee, tanned skin dress, and the way she pouted, seemingly without meaning to. It was as if she'd stepped out of a movie of cowboys and Indians.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" she asked, peering ahead from the front passenger seat.
"This from the girl who blew up the chemistry lab last week?" Jason laughed out loud and glanced away from the highway. He caught her cobalt blue eyes examining him with a frankness he found disconcerting. Her shoulders were oddly tense. Why hadn't he had the good sense to leave her at home? Why did he involve Oshi in his personal life?
She lifted elegant shoulders in a half-hearted shrug. "It was an accident. Mr. Morder didn't tell me Bunsen burners and matches don't get along, and the whole world could blow up."
Jason scowled. "Do I have to tell you about everything?" As if he could. Oshi was the most independent creature he'd ever known. "I don't know what's more dangerous. You or a ticking time bomb." He sighed, watching the country scenery as they traveled by. Tall pine trees lined both sides of the road and once in a while, he caught sight of a mountain goat high up on a ledge.
Not that he'd ever tell her, but he'd fallen in love with Oshi, whose real name was Oshoni. As she'd told him, Oshoni meant 'messing with spirits', and he could easily see that if she did, the spirit would quite definitely be the loser. No one would ever believe his story as to how he'd found her. A few days earlier, when he'd been draining a few beer in the forest during one of the worst days of his parent's acrimonious divorce, Oshi had decided she needed help climbing out of a tree she'd been locked up in for over two hundred years. That was her story, and she was sticking to it. He didn't exactly believe her tall tale but then it was a good idea not to disbelieve her either. At least, not to her face.