Colorado Gold [antikvár]

^Exo^ogpu^ 1864 The gunshot came from nowhere, the report exploding like cannon fire on the Antietam battleground. Otis Wainwright sawed on the reins as Noah the mule reared and bucked in complete panic. Behind him, Otis heard the crack of barrels smacking together inside the little wagon and cursed at the thought of his latest brew spilling open. He had a feeling he'd used too much turpentine in the mix, and it would rot through the wooden floor. His trade goods wouldn't be worth much, either. And his books! Not the books, he prayed, as he finally brought Noah under control. A flash on his right, coming out of the copse of trees by the wagon-rut trail, caught his attention; he tensed, fearing Indians. The Cheyenne and Arapaho were raiding again, and the Santa Fe Trail in the Colorado Territory