Band of Gold
“Not just tiny, barely visible flakes, either, but actual nuggets; most not much bigger than match-heads, but a couple the size of peas. There had only been time to put a couple of buckets through a cradle before the sun started to go down, but tomorrow they would begin working the long tom, sluicing the washdirt as fast as they could dig it out and bring it up.
From now on, one of the crew would be sleeping above the shaft with a loaded shotgun, and tonight Gideon had drawn the short straw. Som...eone would have to take his supper out to him.
‘What’s Pierre cooking tonight?’ Rian asked as they rattled in the cart towards home.
Hawk, sitting on the seat beside him, replied, ‘Pork? He said yesterday he was seeing the butcher about a pig.’ ‘I thought it was going to be one of his gumbos,’ Simon said in a jerky voice, bouncing around in the back.
‘I could eat a whole pig meself, so I could,’ Mick remarked. ‘I’m starving.’ They were almost back at Lilac Cottage now, in high spirits and prattling on, looking forward to a good supper and a few whiskeys perhaps to celebrate.MoreLess
From now on, one of the crew would be sleeping above the shaft with a loaded shotgun, and tonight Gideon had drawn the short straw. Som...eone would have to take his supper out to him.
‘What’s Pierre cooking tonight?’ Rian asked as they rattled in the cart towards home.
Hawk, sitting on the seat beside him, replied, ‘Pork? He said yesterday he was seeing the butcher about a pig.’ ‘I thought it was going to be one of his gumbos,’ Simon said in a jerky voice, bouncing around in the back.
‘I could eat a whole pig meself, so I could,’ Mick remarked. ‘I’m starving.’ They were almost back at Lilac Cottage now, in high spirits and prattling on, looking forward to a good supper and a few whiskeys perhaps to celebrate.MoreLess
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