“It’s growing fast. Faster than anyone ever expected. Of course, no one expected the quantity or quality of the gold. Even small claims like mine are yielding some color.” When she saw the confused look on their faces, she explained. “When we say color, we mean gold and its yellow color.” Taking another bite of the delicious eggs, she continued, “It’s hard work though. Even though there’s a lot of poor man’s pickings, that’s getting harder and harder to find. Poor man’s pickin’s is gold you can just pick up off the ground. That’s gone. Now you got to work for it. I hope y’all are prepared.” “We are,” said Liam. “We came here to work. Like everyone else we hope to make our fortunes but we at least want to make a living.” “I don’t know about making a fortune, not out of the creek you won’t.” She glanced and pointed up at the bluff. “If there’s a fortune to be had, it’ll be up there.” “Have you been up there looking for it?” asked Zach.
