(x) River of Evil

in town of tents and the Mecca for gold-seekers the world over. Women were few. Brawling was common, but unlike America, the same period, there was little outright lawlessness. The law was upheld by gold commissioner at his deputy, who had little interference from the trans-barre government in the general running of the growing international community.

Four men had checked in from the Renza Marx. Your Cameron, Tommy Miller, Arn Lindtoff, heading for Pilgrim's Rest to get their prospective licenses, they'd met up with an American, Matt Bloodler, and a young woman, Martha Hendricks.

Martha's husband had been killed two days previously by a rock fall. She and Bloodler were preparing to return to Pilgrim's Rest at the time, but had decided to carry on when the others joined them.

For several days, the group panned the river with little results until... Hey, Dobby! Max, help me move this boulder, will ya? What's wrong, Doc? Been playing you already? Right, lads, I'm fine, much under there.

Oh, don't do so much, Max. I came a lot stronger, not a fair size nuggets, I sound like this. Have you two come over to help me or just discuss it? Okay, okay, look, I'll take the middle.

All right, are you ready? I can't keep coming! He's coming! Yes, he goes! See, there's nothing under there. Come on, we can spare the next month, turn it over, Bolder. Hold it, Naughty. Look at this.

What about it? It's a little stone. Who knows here? I'm in the bottom of the border. Hey, let me have a closer look. Anybody here picked, coming? Just look at that. I thought that border was normally bad.