1869, California I jumped at the screeching whistle. Men swarmed over the distant slope like bees over a wax honeycomb in a mad scramble. “Good heavens. What is that about?” Uncle Harrison pulled me out of harm’s way. “They’re almost ready to begin the process of hydraulic mining,” he said and pulled his hat down […]
Emotional truths can sometimes be conveyed more effectively, more compellingly, through fiction.