Fool's Gold Fortune, Part II

...For two weeks Lester worked that pyrite vein, and every day a brand new dollar came, at the end he hug dug out two cart’s worth, said Higgs, “Now that’s enough work in the earth.” He smiled proud, they dragged it to the trains, Lester still sure the old man was insane, once loaded up, he said, “I will return in six months to see you get all you’ve earned.” He saw him off, thinking that that was that, the man was mad, but his wallet was fat, Lester had coin to live another month, jobs came and went, he needed a new one. Some laughed at him for digging up fool’s gold, friendly ribbing, if all the truth be told, he didn’t mind, and got a good story to tell people when out drinking whiskey. Come wintertime, Lester was at the bar, Higgs and his mine from Lester’s thoughts were far, he shot the bull with several local guys when the door open, and all were surprised. There stood Mad Higgs, shaking off winter snow, he saw Lester, and to him he dig do, and on that bar, in front of half the town a thousand dollars in greenbacks slapped down. All eyes went wide at such a stack of cash, Higgs said, “Now partner, I say you earned that!” The tumult came, people confused and loud, over and over, they just asked him, “How?!” Higgs just smiled, “I said that I’d be back, spent half a year selling it from my sack to the children, those precious girls and boys, yes, my pyrite was their new favorite toy! “They like shiny things, no one need be told, and loved to play with rocks that look like gold. The girls pretend that it’s their jewelry, the boys pretend that they are rich, you see.” The men in the bar then all clambered ’round, cried how they’d like to help him work the ground, but Higgs said, “Loyalty I do reward. stay health, Les. Come spring we will dig more. “Next time Ill give you forty percent share, but now I have to run, so folks, take care!” He walked out of the bar to catch a train, he wasn’t mad, just cagey with his game. Now for this winfall Lester gave great thanks, invested most in mines, ranches, and banks, until he could survive of dividends, not have to labor each day like most men. But two weeks of the year when Higgs returned, he’d go that shaft, and his dollar earn, dig out pyrite for Higg’s to take and sell, a fortune of fool’s gold, so people tell.