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The angels loaded the ten wagons in a day. Helena was amazed at how quickly the stone floated out of the mine and down the hill. She wasn’t even sure how they fit most of them out of the tunnel, with the fallen beams as they were. The last wagon was filled with a white powder, and the angels quickly covered it with a tarp, to keep the material from blowing away.
“This is all we can have for now. If we need more, it will take time,” Deirdre translated.
“How many are here?”
“Too many to count.”
Helena shifted her gaze speaking to the group, “Thank you so much. It should be sometime before we return. Our trip will be a long one.”
Shortly after that, they bid farewell to the Gold Bug Mine and valley so many lost their lives defending. Maybe the world wasn’t after Helena. It
