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The roar of Jed Matters when he became angry. Jed Matters ran the one and only gen- eral store in town. The cowboys from the near- by ranches would come day after pay day to get spurs, a new saddle, or the latest modern rifle on the market. His daughter, Celia, would help behind the counter. "Can't tell whether it's the way she smiles or the merchandise they have that builds up the business," commented Sheriff James McGuirk. "Just the opposite of her father. Soft spoken and gentle." It was now ten in the morning. Suddenly all of Main Street heard the voice of Jed Matters explode. "Get out of my store, you worthless fool dreamer! Get out before I lose ray tempeY! You can't get a penny's worth of supplies here un- less you put cold cash or gold dust on my counter." The words were addressed to a wrinkled, white bearded old man. He was dressed in a tat- tered shirt and a pair of faded army pants. He acted as though he hadn't heard the yelling. "I'll find the lost mine this time," he pleaded. "Stake me to grub and other supplies and you can have half interest in the mine. Think of all that gold." Celia came from the back of the store where she had been preparing lunch. Her father's booming voice was enough to almost make the walls vibrate. She walked up to the old man and gently took his hand. "That's the way father is," she half apolo- gized. "Maybe it is time you gave up the dream, Joe Harding, and stay in town. You could get some work to do." "Why should he give up the dre*ms?" inter- rupted the voice of a stranger. "Why should any man have to stop hoping? Go ahead. Give him all the supplies he wants. I'll pay the bill." To emphasize that he meant what he said, the stranger took a large roll of bills rom his pocket. He threw several bills of large denomi- nation on the counter. "Order up, dreamer," he smiled. "Go and find that lost mine of yours. Go search for the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow." Joe Harding looked directly at the stranger's face. Then he turned his glance to the moaey on the counter. "I have never taken charity in my life," he explained. "When I needed supplies I worked. Maybe my bones are getting a bit tired. Only way I will take this money is in a business deal. You get half interest in the mine. I will sign such a paper, and you can come with me when I go look for it." "When are you goirig to leave?" asked the stranger. "Thursday morning," replied Joe 'Harding. "You'll need a horse for yourself and an extra pack horse for supplies." "Get it all for me," replied the stranger as he handed extra money to the old man. "I'm staying at the Wilkins Hotel. My name is Sydney Rutledge. See you Thursday morning." The man who was definitely from the East, judging by his clothing and manner of speech, turned and left the general store. Celia had wanted to say something to him. By the next day the entire town knew the story. In the afternoon the sheriff and Celia paid a visit to the hotel. Sydney Rutledge was seated in a comfortable chair on the porch. His face was turned to the sun and his eyes were half closed. "Sorry to disturb you," said the sheriff. "My name is James McGuirk, sheriff of this town. Miss Celia told me what happened and I must make some things clear to you." The young man smiled. His eyes met those of the charming young lady and she started to blush. "Where Joe Harding goes looking for his lost mine is Apache land," continued the sheriff. "Chief Geronimo wants nobody in his terri- tory. People have gone out and never returned. The redskins respect a man whom they think is what we would call a bit touched in the head. I'm not saying that anything is wrong with Joe Harding. He just has given up thirty years of his life looking for that lost mine. He's a familiar sight to the redskins. You go with him and there's a good chance you might lose your scalp. Out here we generally mind our business, but in this case I must ask some ques- tions. Why did you come here? What do you do ? Why should you give money to Joe Hard- ing?" The young man didn't reply at once. There was the temptation to tell the man of the law to mind his own business. The presence of the young lady changed his mind. He -might as well answer. "I came here for my health. Doctor's orders. Told me best place was the West and its sun- shine. So I travel around and do a lot of rest- ing. Feel much better. What do I do? I write poetry. Lots of it, and it sells too. I have plenty of money. If money could give happiness, then why should I refuse a little to Joe Harding? How could I see a man's dreams smashed? May- be you won't understand what I now say. This old man's real happiness is in the search, the dream, the anticipation of it all. If he found it, what could he do? So let him search. I'll go with him and enjoy the fresh air. They tell me he's a good cook.'' The sheriff looked at Celia. She could sense at once that the man of the law was unable to reply. It required a woman to say something. "I think I understand. You are the most wonderful man I have ever met. I only hope you are well rewarded for this good deed." She left with the sheriff. The young man closed only one eye and faced the sun. The other opened eye watched 'the young lady as she went back to her general store. Thursday morning the entire town turned out to wave a farewell to the two prospectors. They had heard the story and it had somehow touched their hearts. For a lot of extra gift supplies had been added to the store the old man was taking with him. Even Celia had made her father relent. "An extra rifle and several boxes of car- tridges. They may need them." She was on hand as they left and she found , herself saying something to the young man she had never anticipated. "Please be careful and come back well." "I will, for you," was the answer. For six days they travelled across the burning desert sands. Sydney Rutledge rested and wrote. He had an idea for a long poem, and he called it: Greedy Gold in Spanish, Guloso Oro. "Eyes of injuns are watching us," warned the old prospector. "I know," smiled the young man. "They are. probably trying to figure out why I set up this chair and rest each day. They will probably pay us a visit." On the eighth day, Chief Geronimo and a dozen of his braves came into camp. He talked with Joe Harding first who explained the situa- tion to him. The old prospector then prepared food for his guests. Neither he nor the young man showed the slighest bit of fear. "I understand the white man's tongue very well," said an expressionless chief. "English and Spanish. You have written a story about gold. Tell it to me and I will tell it later to my braves in our tongue." Around the camp fire they sat. Chief Geroni- mo listened as the poet unfolded his poem. It began with the days of the Conquistadores, and with a man's search for gold. How pften greed got the better of man. The tragedy of it all. For real gold was in the happiness, health, and good deeds of a person." In a lifetime of fighting. Chief Geronimo had met many people, and in the years to come, he was still to meet many more. But a poet was something different. A man who was searching for happiness, health, and willing to do good deeds. This was something different." "My braves will go with you and watch you," he said. "But there is no lost mine in the hills. The gold my people have comes from Mexico. I understand something now. The old man will be happy looking. So let him look." They spent the next two weeks in the hills. Geronimo sent his men to meet them with addi- tional supplies. Joe Harding was happy. "Next year we come back again, partner?" he asked. "We will, was the reply. "I will find that gold someday," uttered Joe Harding. 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