Cowboys -- Fiction; Nevada -- History -- Fiction; Short stories, American; Western stories
Old Zeke Runkle’s annual swindles had been a camp joke for a score of
years; but Sherwood--being an in-experienced stranger--saw only in
him an honest (if usually drunken) prospector. A kindly, if simple,
old man, too; for Zeke had generously made him a gift of an entire
mining claim which had not been included in the original number--one
quite distinct from the original group. True, it seemed to be but an
undeveloped claim--its one tunnel only running in ten or fifteen feet.
And the gift had been tendered him at the suggestion of Cadwallader,
from whom Sherwood was surprised to receive evidence of a kindly
feeling which had not been previously displayed. That this unusual
interest in him had surprised old Zeke, too, was plain; for he seemed
puzzled at first, as though it were not possible for him to comprehend
Cadwallader’s meaning. After a few whispered words from the younger
man, however, Zeke’s face had brightened with understanding, and he
turned to Sherwood insisting he must accept it. The unexpected part
Cadwallader had taken, and the old man’s unselfish attitude, showed to
Sherwood such a fine glimpse of Western good-fellowship that he warmed
to the place and the people as he had done at no time before. It turned
the scale and the bargain was closed.
So he became sole owner of the seven mines on the sagebrush-covered
hills, that comprised the Golden Eagle group; and of the one isolated
claim in the foot of the bluffs that rose abruptly at the edge of an
old-time ruined mining camp which had been deserted for more than
thirty years.
It lay there in a cañon where once men came in search of precious
metals; and in that cleft of the mountains they built their homes.
Along the cañon sides, from end to end, there trailed a double line of
houses, now all in ruins--fallen walls of adobe or stone. Roofless and
floorless, with empty casements and doorways, the houses stood mute
witnesses of the false hopes which once led men to squander money, and
youth, and strength of purpose there in the long-ago, when the State
was new.
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