It’s May, Abel has eight cans of gold, I have two, and if I’m being conned by Tyner, I’m enjoying it. Gold remains plentiful and I’m thinking we’ll never have to leave. Just dig until cans can’t hold it all. We’ll have flour sacks full. Barrels full. Long as we keep digging.
Then one morning, Abel goes out to piss and I hear a shot. His rifle is inside so I know he’s been set upon.
I grab my pistol, head for the door, then stop because the shooter will be expecting that. It’s likely Tyner’s come to rob us, having conned me just like Abel had said.
I look through the jarred window and see no movement, but jars don’t allow a good look. I think on what Abel would do, then kick the door open and jump to one side. Sure enough, gunfire sprays the place, breaking a jar of molasses on a shelf o
