I’d been on the trail for two weeks. MB, my horse, had gone lame outside of Virginia City and had cost me time. The silver in Tonopah Nevada was drying up. Gold, too. Juniper was there with her pa. Her letter said a man with a pick and strong back could pull out five ounces a day of the purest grade silver anyone had ever seen.
My father told me not to go. He said a mining camp wasn’t the place for a kid who hadn’t started shaving yet. But with mother sick, ... read more>>>