Devil's Canyon: Spanish Gold (Book Two)

In the first chapters I, Kirk, had overheard an older boy in the locker room telling of great fishing ponds in a canyon fifteen miles away from our hometown. After some research, I realized that the only way I could get there was by way of the river and that was too far to walk.
Cody Payne, my new friend, lived by the river north of town and he had two horses. After I had convinced Cody, we rode down the river to the canyon.
It was as the older boy had said, a beautiful canyon with great fishing and hunting. The older boy had also said that the property was owned by a crazy old man and he would shoot anyone he found on his land.
Cody and I had made several trips to the canyon until one day the old man rode his horse into the canyon while Cody and I were there. We had to hide from him on the side of a mountain. We began finding old Spanish gold coins on the slope of the mountain and after searching for more coins, we stumbled across a lost cave.
Cody was first to enter the cave and after several minutes of being inside, he came out screaming and ran over me trying to get away from the cave.
A severe thunderstorm forced us to leave the canyon that day earlier than we had wanted.
We rode as fast as we could up the river trying to beat the impending flood. When we saw a wall of water raging down the river ahead of us, we began searching for a way out of the river. We found the way and reached Cody’s house safely.
And the story continues. . . . 53,000 + words