Men from rocks. She takes a sip. Water from wine. Her head feels very large. She pulls away from the hand tugging at her flannel. New. She feels new. The Golden Boy Alex. She turns to find Preacher John pointing at his Bible as if trying to spear the words with his fingernail.
âYou read?â
Alex nods her head yes and Preacher says, ââCourse not, no,â and begins pointing out every word as he reads, tugging on Alexâs arm now and then to regain her attention.
âWhoever sows sp-spar-sparingly,â Preacher reads, âwill also reap sparingly, and whoever sows gener-ous generous-ly will also reap generously. God loves a cheerful giver.â
Preacher nods furiously and Alex finds her head bobbing right along. âA cheerful giver,â Preacher says again as Limpy leans over.
âNow, Preacher, youâre not bothering the boy, are you?â He takes the empty cup from Alexâs hand and gives her another rum. âMe and Alex have business, you understand. Business.â
âBusiness,â says Alex, and s âs tickle her tongue. âGenerosity and righteousness,â Preacher says, still tugging on Alexâs sleeve. Limpy pulls her away. He drapes his great arm like a yoke across her shoulder.
âGenerosity. All well and good,â he says. âBut men like us have to look out for our own interests, Alex. Drink up now, attaboy. Been thinking real hard âbout you, son, all night, real hard. Always had a good feeling âbout-chah. Itâs a gift. Always could tell an honest man by lookinâ, and I liked the look of you. From day one, boy, ask anyone, ask David. âGot luck riding with him,â I tells him. Davidâs got skill, but you need both.â
âI say I was feeling lucky tonight?â yells Micah, and a groan sounds from the men at his table, David, John Thomas, Harry and Fred among them.
âSee there?â says Limpy, pointing to Micahâs table. âDavid thinks heâs got some sort of talent for cards, but he only ever wins enough to keep him playing. Now whatâs that tell you?â
Sheâs not sure that tells her anything, but she hears the word boy wafting from the table and smiles because boy means her, Alex, Golden Boy.
âYou listening to me, son? Alex? Could be very important to your future. Partners, you understand, but not equal. No. I understand you was the one found the gold, and thatâs most important, no doubt. But canât do much on your own, can you? Wouldnât know where to begin, would yah? Thirds is what Iâm thinking, with you keeping any nugget bigger than a chispa, as should be. Know what a chispa is? No? Anything bigger than your big toenail, in my book. Now, some will tell you big as the whole toe, but Iâm a fair man. An honest man. Like you.
âLook at me when Iâm talking to you, boy, âcause some would have you sell the claim, see. Them over thereââ He waves his hand in the general direction of Micahâs table. âGive you pennies for it. Already planning to scoop up all the land on either side, which is yours by right, once you strike gold. And with me and David claiming side by side, sure to keep that gold in the family, you understand. Thatâs how I think of you: family. David, too. Said himself you reminded him of his brother back in Cornwall.â
âJed,â Micah hollers. âJed, you send that boy over with a dram oâ rum. And fill it good, too. Hell! Can you smell the luck, boys?â
âHere now, Alexâlook here, Alex,â says Limpy. âWouldnât have saved your ass in the clearing if we didnât think fondly of yah. Itâs whatâs important. Family. Trust.â
âCome on, boy! Donât have all night, and no telling when the luck runs out!â yells Micah. Alex finds the word family lingering between her ears and a fresh cup in her hand.
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