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An Old West adventure novella told in verse by Quintin Peasley. Excerpt: The youth was in for one long ridedone up in western style.He removed a bison hidefrom deep down in a pile. The car was filled with rugged men.They all had gold in mind.A dollar earned would get you ten.The year was forty-nine. They would mine that yellow dustthree thousand miles away.Chances were they'd all go bustand then be forced to stay. They came from every walk of life, every nationality, and soon to face the storm and strifeof harsh reality. Each one itching for his shotwith the Devil's dice, not knowing that he'd prob'ly rotin a hole with rats and mice. Nuggets were out there galore, buckets full in every hill.They were deluded even more.Each man would have his fill.