The hidden years in Canada 82, Dead horse gold
Dead horse gold ‘That could wel be,’ said Bev, ‘it looks like it, just hold on to my pan .’ Don held the pan in the light and looked at our first found wealth, while Bev rummaged in her bag and searched for something. ‘Yes,’ she said, ‘here I’ve got it and she held up an empty plastic squeeze bottle. ‘Of the di...