Chapter 10When Karen changed the radio channel from rhythm and blues back to that country station, it distracted Oscar. He looked up from his computer. The straight road stretched ahead along a narrow valley. They had at least an hour before Goldfield.
Out the windshield, toward the left, the lofty Sierras reminded him of Jack, from over a hundred and twenty years ago, on their gold-rush adventure.
When Oscar arrived from Belize at the port in Galveston, they’d bumped into one another in the bustling crowd. The palpable connection undeniable, Oscar sensed in the handsome stranger’s eyes, something in common, a similar interest arising. Casting their fortunes together, they traveled by train and horseback to California only to learn by then that the best prospects had shifted to Nevada.
