Man I'd love to spend a season on your claim with some nice heavy equipment. If I retire that is.
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I love reading this stuff.JUNE 11 1936
Yesterday's 260 buckets were a big disappointment to us all and yielded barely an ounce. The ground continues to be fickle. Just when I think we are once again glory bound we have a light weigh. I know that one ounce out of that volume of gravel is very rich. However, we all believe the pot of gold awaits us here. We must just keep working.
Just before supper we once again were visited by the bounty hunter. Now he was becoming a nuisance. He announced himself and strolled into camp like he was one of us. He told us his trail had gone cold and he may quit the search for the gang of thugs. John looked at him and said why are you out here telling us your problems? Yesterday you were threatening us with some kind of order from a Judge you were going to serve on us? The bounty hunter said his name was Bill. He said he was sorry for that but was desperate to make a bounty as his funds were running low. He asked if he might join up with our crew. This was incredible and John laughed in his face. I just said sorry, we don't need any help. John told him to get out of our camp and fast. Bill the bounty man looked at John and said he didn't like being talked to like that. John said he didn't care what he liked and he wasn't welcome. The bounty hunter looked at me and said that I was the leader of the crew, can't I give him a try? He refused to talk with John anymore. He started to argue his point for joining up with us. John said we don't hire trash like you and to git. Bill said he wasn't talking to him. John simply reached out and pulled the guy's hat down over his eyes and let go with a right hand to his jaw. The bounty hunter went down with a thud.
John grabbed the guy's rifle as the man got up shaking his head. He started to reach for one of his side arms but John clocked him over the head with the rifle butt and removed both revolvers. The guy cursed at John and John rammed the rifle butt into his belly and brought it up into his chin. This must have been something John had learned fighting the Germans in the Great War. The fight was all out of Bill. John told him to git or he'd get worse and thanks for the guns. Bill stumbled out of camp heading down towards the road.
Now John and I got into a heated argument about all this. I told him this wasn't the way to handle things and he couldn't just haul off on anyone that crossed him. I don't know if he listened or not. I actually think he likes this kind of thing and it will catch up with us at some point. John just said that Bill wasn't leaving as told and he just helped move him along.
The rest of the night was quiet and all of us had a few drinks to settle down. Jacob's eyes had been big as saucers during the beating. He was not used to this kind of thing. John went up on the first watch while the rest of us turned in. I feel like I am running out of time here and this mining venture is getting more dangerous by the day.
TO BE CONTINUED .................
Thank You for reading the journal. I will post some pictures of the area the journal is based on in a bit. It is in the Sierra Nevada Mts of northern California.I love reading this stuff.
Could you post some pictures please. Im in Australia and love seeing areas and things from other parts of the world.