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Show TEtJ** good horse, but I ' l l not go to Placerville! I ' l l go some-wheres e l s e ." Sunny walked back and forth across the cabin. "Don't ever want to see her again or that mealy-mouthed minister!" L i t t l e Bill had awakened and started to shout back at Sunny, but softened his voice, and then just watched him as he continued to walk back and forth across the room. Sunny hitched up his trousers, swung his shoulders around and straddled a camp s t o o l . " I ' l l be eighteen next month-everyone's t a l k i n ' about staking out claims. I ' l l be old enough . Word's around that the Grosh boys had discovered something big before they died." Bill jumped up. "Allen Grosh dead! Are you sure Sunny? Hosea died with that cut on his foot and now Allen? How did he die?" "The men who just rode in said that some miners found Allen and his friend, Bucke, in Placer county half-frozen. They were trying to git to Mud Springs around the middle of December. The miners had to cut off Bucke's leg and part of his foot. He's a l i v e , but Allen wouldn't let 'em cut on him, and his legs was frozen." Olaf had come in with the water bucket, and putting it on the wash stand said. "Ahhh they started over too l a t e, B i l l . Remember we heard Allen was workin' to pay off the Johntowner's who loaned him the money for Hosea»s burial clothes? ShooKa known better than to take that Indian t r a il •cross that eastern ridge of the Sierras last week in November." |