ECS mentioned Mr Duffy, a literal human storehouse of ''vicinities of treasure". Back in the glorious days
of treasure galore we sopped it up like manna. Why I even left my job one time to hunt for a wagonload
of gold bars and it was only 80 miles away down on a bend in the Brazos. It was a whopper of a tale and
I even got a signed agreement to wander over 300 prime acres of live oaks and rattlers to find a king's
ransom. Well, those bars that the children played with in that old log cabin got moved one night, only a
mile or two and put down in the ground with a plow disc for a tombstone. Why I even figured out how
that pioneer found them at rivers edge. Most likely it came from comancheros crossing the river running
bank full by Texas Rangers. Course no one knew about the gold with all the bullets flying around and
those rangers didn't quit till every one of those thieving devils were lying face up in the dust or floating
downstream. Those little bars of pure gold were about corn ear size and laid under a bed till the
sodbuster got nervous having all that gold under the bed and pulled up the wagon next to the cabin
and loaded them all up and was gone less than one hour coming back with the empty wagon.
Wasn't till years later that it came to me those folks surely recovered every last one of those bars
before they pulled up stakes.
of treasure galore we sopped it up like manna. Why I even left my job one time to hunt for a wagonload
of gold bars and it was only 80 miles away down on a bend in the Brazos. It was a whopper of a tale and
I even got a signed agreement to wander over 300 prime acres of live oaks and rattlers to find a king's
ransom. Well, those bars that the children played with in that old log cabin got moved one night, only a
mile or two and put down in the ground with a plow disc for a tombstone. Why I even figured out how
that pioneer found them at rivers edge. Most likely it came from comancheros crossing the river running
bank full by Texas Rangers. Course no one knew about the gold with all the bullets flying around and
those rangers didn't quit till every one of those thieving devils were lying face up in the dust or floating
downstream. Those little bars of pure gold were about corn ear size and laid under a bed till the
sodbuster got nervous having all that gold under the bed and pulled up the wagon next to the cabin
and loaded them all up and was gone less than one hour coming back with the empty wagon.
Wasn't till years later that it came to me those folks surely recovered every last one of those bars
before they pulled up stakes.