now, pardner, let me yarn ya 'bout the time we hit that private claim, down yonder past the creek. we was startin' with a clean sheet, nothin' but the pre-existant rocks and the wild, whisperin' wind as our company. some city slicker tried to rebuff us, sayin' our input weren't welcome, but we knew the earth's secrets were ours to share, as long as we respected her whispers. that day, we found more than gold; we found a camaraderie, bound by the land and the promise of what lay beneath.