Gold Bug Mine:
After breakfast, and making sure Don Cervantes was somewhere else, the group headed up the side of the hill. They veered right of the mine trailing’s, eventually discovering what used to be a dirt road from the valley floor to the mine. The group now gathered outside the mine’s entrance, inspecting crumbling timbers.
Sigmund scratched his chin while he stood looking at the hole torn into the earth. “Not sure how safe it is inside. This rock isn’t granite. The mine must be at least fifty years old. This will be nothing like Rancho Arroyo Seco.”
Helena tore a piece off a cold tortilla. “Let’s hope it’s nothing like Rancho Arroyo Seco. Don’t forget we lost two good men and almost lost Hogan. We won’t mention the other deaths.” And she plopped the bite of tortilla into her mo
