Tales of the Graybeard Prospector XIX

• Headed down the trail this afternoon with my pick, shovel, and necktie, acutely aware of the prevailing financial drought. Without the slightest sign of desperation, I presented our design examples to a bank executive and set off another charge, hoping to expose a productive vein.

“By Namekagon’s Silver, the poor devil appears to be gettin’ the hang of it!”

. . . G B P . . .

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