‘Trouble at its finest,’ Madame Selene, the proprietess smiled as she admired us as she sat on a chair with one of her young whores fanning her in front of her brothel ship-bar. ‘Well walk the plank and come in!’… Read More ›
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Fool’s Gold – Part 5
We quietly rode back to the bay area which had more ships docked with white sails. The town had grown since I had last left it. As we rode our horses through the muddy dirt streets of crowded San Francisco,… Read More ›
Fool’s Gold – Part 4
We rode our horses in silence. The dead Spaniard in our thoughts. Then I asked a question, ‘All these years and you were in Yerba Buena and our paths didn’t cross?’ ‘Maybe I did know you were there but just… Read More ›
Fool’s Gold – Part 3
We kept moving and a set up camp near a flowing river. After building a fire to warm myself, I went ahead and slept. In the morning, I jumped into the river, gasping and shivering and cussing at how cold… Read More ›
Fool’s Gold – Part 2
The whole night the inn burnt and I walked back to Chinatown and the old lady let me sleep in her stuffy opium den filled with other people, other races, dazed and lost in the high. I woke up in… Read More ›
Fool’s Gold – Part 1
1849 was only two years ago and the ships have flooded Yerba Buena cove. Whispers were going around that they were going to call that place San Francisco. I am across that damn bay drinking in a haphazard wooden shack… Read More ›
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