A brutally honest reflection forecasts my nearing end, but at four years and a hundred, I can't complain. My head is bald and mottled; my beard rivals the snow; wrinkled folds for eyelids obstruct my vision. All memories have long since abandoned my decaying mind, yet thoughts of it (for I never knew its name) still linger. Curious as to how one thing can take root in one’s mind, mushrooming until it consumes all other th...

They must be singing, songs of glory their sister has come home, I am assured the angels welcomed you home Streets of gold, beneath your once weary feet voice raised in infinite songs of praise I have no doubt; you are dancing Your sweet smiling face,looking down on us those left behind to accept the loss Tears of joy, of sadness will certainly fall gracing the cheeks of those that love you Hands will raise, voices will l...

I believe in night I believe in day I believe that one day with Henry I will have my wicked way. I believe in sight I believe in sound I believe at the end of a rainbow A pot of gold can be found. I believe in light I believe in dark I believe if you swim in the sea You'll get eaten by a shark. I believe in truth I believe in lies I believe that sometimes Angels Are Devils in disguise. I believe in happiness I believe in...

It took Angry Horse almost two days and nights to recover from his ordeal, even with the concoction Red Owl had brewed to assist with his healing. On the Morning of the third day he felt strong enough to rise and walk and he immediately headed to Chief Puma's tent. "It is good to see you up," the Chief intoned as he motioned for his brave to sit. "It is good to be up." Angry Horse then told his Chief his tale of how the t...

They sat around the table pondering the the future. Marshal Hagen finished his food, quickly drained his glass and stood. “I'd like to say that this was great meeting you all, but under the circumstances I think I'll postpone that. I better get back to my partner.” Tom said, “Wait a bit, Art, if you're not in a rush. We have a prisoner out in one of the outbuildings but he hasn't been very talkative. If he sees a U.S. Mar...

Just after dawn the stranger trudged into Harper's Gully leading his horse. They stopped at the watering trough where the horse plunged his muzzle and the man filled his hat which he poured over his head. The water only removed some of the dust from him. He pumped a stream of water from the pump, captured a double handful and slowly swallowed it. He pulled the horse from the trough and continued along the street to the li...

1849, Gold Rush, Sutter's mill was the start of it all. From around the world, many Argonauts came to call. Heading away to discover the newest gold find.Their families, homes and businesses left behind. They scurried through the gorges and passes. Trailing along, their grub stake loaded on asses. They followed the rivers, trails and trenches. Searching all of the bars, banks and benches. Trying to find the mother lode, o...

Gold fever is it a curse or an addiction One has to learn without any restriction To search and find this illusive bounty One must dig and search every county The trial sometimes leads to wealth But most times is hidden and stealth This fever is not for the faint of heart You cannot give up before you start This metal of yellow glint does lure many Most all that are lured loose every penny Those true to heart and who stay...