There’s Gold in Them There Hills
“Are you sure this is the way?’ asked Alfred.
“It has to be. The old man said follow the river. There’s not a lot of ways to mess that up.”
‘I don’t know but from what I’ve read in most books, they talk about ‘There’s gold in them there hills.’ and we’re going down from the hills and not up into the mountains Just sayin’”
“I know.” I replied a little spitefully. “You’re the one with the brains. We’re just like pack mules to you.”
“That’s not what I mean at all. I’m just wondering if maybe that old codger was pullin’ a fast one on us.”
“You just don’t trust people. Why would he do that?”
“First- The $25 each we gave him for his mining rights. He just happened to have the deed in his wallet. Second- If there is gold, as much as he implied there was, then why isn’t he havin’ his grandsons go on this grand adventure?”
Just then, there here was a shout up ahead from the lead hiker. “Look! There’s a town just around the bend.”
As we approached the town, there was a freshly painted ‘Welcome’ sign for all to see. Behind the sign, three small one-room cabins.
I started laughing.
“Don’t say it. Don’t say it. Even if there is no gold here… and the old man did swindle us … At least we have great places to sleep for the night.
Written for Flash Fiction for the Practical Practitioner.