Everand Logo

Welcome to Everand!

  • Discover millions of ebooks, audiobooks, and so much more with a free trial

    From $11.99/month after trial. Cancel anytime.

    Spanish Gold Fever
    Spanish Gold Fever
    Spanish Gold Fever
    Ebook176 pages2 hours

    Spanish Gold Fever

    By Bill Sheehy

    ()

    Read preview

    About this ebook

    Gold discovered out in California excites young Dan Bartlett, but life as a '49er isn't what he expected. Penniless, hungry and still innocent of life, he takes work holding a few horses, and when his new partner Tom Hodges yells at him to get in the saddle and ride, he naturally does as he's told. Then Dan realizes that they are riding stolen stock and, believing the law is behind them, they head into Nevada Territory, where Hodges remembers having seen a little valley, a place where they can start a ranch. But en route for the valley, they come across an abandoned gold mine. It doesn't matter it isn't California gold; any gold draws interest - and when Dan finds himself looking into the barrel of a Colt .45 is when he really begins to grow up.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherRobert Hale Fiction
    Release dateAug 1, 2017
    ISBN9780719824548
    Spanish Gold Fever
    Author

    Bill Sheehy

    A prolific writer, I have a number of western stories and crime mysteries published in the old fashioned way, paper and ink, and am now moving some of those stories into eBooks. As time goes by I'll format all or some of these as well as a major SF saga and at least one if not two non-fiction works. Stay tuned and make a note of my name so you can search for it and my stories. Remember ... Always read stuff that will make you look good if you die in the middle of it. P.J. O'Rourke

    Read more from Bill Sheehy

    Related to Spanish Gold Fever

    Titles in the series (100)

    View More
    View More

    Related ebooks

    Western Fiction For You

    View More
    View More

    Related podcast episodes

    Related articles

    • UNLIMITED

      A Different River

      Jan 16, 2019

      A Different River
      9 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      Howl Palace

      Sep 15, 2019

      Last week, I finally had to put Howl Palace up for sale. Years of poor financial planning had led to this decision, and I tried to take some comfort in my agent’s belief in a buyer who might show up with an all-cash offer. My agent is a highly organi

      25 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      Get Outta Town!

      Apr 11, 2018

      Get Outta Town!
      5 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      Stonehenge

      Jul 11, 2023

      Stonehenge
      7 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      A Refusal To Mourn The Deaths, By Gunfire, Of Three Men In Brooklyn

      Jan 1, 2019

      And at times, didn’t the whole countrytry to break his skin?—Tim Seibles You strike your one good match to watch its bloomand jook, a swan song just before a nightwind comes to snuff it. That’s the kind of dayit’s been. Your Black & Mild, now, useles

      7 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      Post Office Hotel, Maude

      Dec 19, 2018

      Post Office Hotel, Maude
      6 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      STRIKE IT RICH ... With This Gem

      Oct 15, 2020

      STRIKE IT RICH ... With This Gem
      7 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      Watch Your Step

      Nov 19, 2020

      Watch Your Step
      5 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      Vandenberg Hotel Forbes

      Apr 17, 2019

      Vandenberg Hotel Forbes
      6 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      Rosemary Handy ANDY

      Jan 27, 2021

      “Readers who have been good enough to take notes might remember our neighbour Carolyn, who is something in insurance and obviously does very well because she drives a bright red soft-top car that makes Mr Dear sigh with envy every time he passes it.

      3 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      Getaway Driver

      Feb 10, 2022

      Getaway Driver
      11 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      The Price of Moving On

      Aug 10, 2024

      Content Disclosure: Mild Violence, Supernatural Themes The river had a proper name at one point, but that name moved on, perhaps over the Ferry toward the supposedly greener pastures of its opposite banks, just like everyone else in this damned unrea

      18 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      Gringo Honeymoon

      May 17, 2021

      Gringo Honeymoon
      5 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      Kate’s CAUSEWAY

      Oct 2, 2024

      Kate’s CAUSEWAY
      10 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      Ineffectual Tribute to Len

      Mar 15, 2019

      After graduate school I hung around another year and drove a cab for Iowa City Yellow Cab. The cab was a boat, a Chevrolet Caprice wagon. I could have put a mattress in the back and lived in it. I didn’t hate the job. I’d sit in the Kroger parking lo

      24 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      Gringo Honeymoon

      May 17, 2021

      Gringo Honeymoon
      5 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      Two-Stroke Toilets: The trouble with time travel.

      May 8, 2014

      What’s this?” I said, looking down at the change the old woman had put down on the counter between us. There were bills of the wrong size and color, clunky-seeming coins that were too big and too dull. I stirred a finger in the little pile. She glanc

      31 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      There Be Treasure, Danger And Death

      Dec 3, 2019

      What if I told you there is a treasure chest filled with precious gemstones, gold nuggets and priceless artifacts hidden somewhere in the Rocky Mountains? That an eccentric art collector buried an antique, metal box worth over $5 million dollars some

      7 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      WHERE THE Dudes ROAM

      Oct 27, 2022

      WHERE THE Dudes ROAM
      9 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      Werrimull Hotel Vic

      Mar 13, 2019

      Werrimull Hotel Vic
      6 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      The Art Of Conversation

      Nov 1, 2023

      The Art Of Conversation
      4 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      Starbucks and Shipwrecks

      Jan 18, 2019

      Starbucks and Shipwrecks
      5 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      The Unexpected Cowboy

      May 1, 2022

      The Unexpected Cowboy
      7 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      Deadly DAVID

      Feb 23, 2022

      Deadly DAVID
      3 min read

    Related categories

    Reviews for Spanish Gold Fever

    0 ratings

    0 ratings0 reviews

    What did you think?

    Tap to rate

    Review must be at least 10 words

      Book preview

      Spanish Gold Fever - Bill Sheehy

      Chapter 1

      Gold Ridge wasn’t anything like the newspapers had said it would be. Daniel Bartlett might have been, as they say, wet behind the ears, but he was smart enough to see that it had all been a pack of lies. Gold, free for the taking, the newspaper had said. All a fella had to do was pick it up. The evidence before the young man said different. If there was so much gold that a fella could simply pick it up out of the creek, then why were there so many men looking like bums? Hungry bums, at that, and he knew about being a hungry bum because that’s what he was; a cold, hungry twenty-year-old fool.

      Was it only six months ago that he’d left Pa’s farm? Yep, with the whole world to discover and a dream of gold in his head, he’d ridden old Bess out of the yard, looking back to give the family a smile and a final wave. Pa had already turned and was heading out to finish planting the north section.

      He’d felt good sitting up on Bess’s broad back, homespun-covered legs dangling. With twenty Liberty head gold coins, his pa’s six-shot pepperbox pistol and California in his sights, he was the happiest he’d ever been. Well, the twenty dollars hadn’t lasted long and Bess hadn’t made it much further, but he’d arrived at the gold fields. A little older, not much wiser and a lot hungrier.

      ‘That’s it, boy,’ said Marcus Allen, lifting the reins, ready to gee up the bullocks. ‘This is what you’re after, ain’t it? The California gold country?’ The older man’s lips lifted in his sneering humourless smile. Bartlett grimaced at the black teeth behind the smile.

      ‘Yeah, I guess so.’

      ‘Wal, get your lazy butt off the wagon so I can go on. I still gotta a few miles before I’m done travelling.’

      It was on the fourth or fifth morning on the trail that Bartlett had come awake to find old Bess unable to get up from where she lay. Sometime during the night it had started to rain, a steady dripping shower that left him shivering in his bedding.

      Leaving Bess behind, he’d tied the soggy blankets into a roll and started walking. Wasn’t anything he could do for the animal, but he felt bad about forsaking her. Maybe she’d be able to rest up and be of some use to someone else. Maybe.

      The next stage of his trip west was with a wagon train. He hired on to help with the stock, taking his food as payment. That lasted until the train reached Fort Hall. A few of the wagons broke off to go southwest while the rest went on northwest into Oregon. Bartlett was heading for California.

      Travelling along what someone called the Mormon Trail would, he was told, take him across the Sierra Nevada Mountains and right smack-dab in the middle of the Gold Rush. That’s when he hired on with Allen.

      Marcus Allen’s wagon, pulled by a team of oxen, was loaded down with supplies ordered by the owner of a general store in Sacramento. Putting up with the grumbling old man was part of the price the young man had to pay. With the magic of words like Sacramento, gold and California ringing in his ears, young Danny held his silence.

      Until they came to a halt at Gold Ridge.

      ‘I’m darn glad we got here,’ Daniel Bartlett said, pulling his canvas-covered bedroll out from behind the wagon seat. ‘And damn glad I can finally get shut of you and your grouching. I do thank you, but if I had to ride one more mile listening to you complain, I swear, I’d end up shoving my boot down your throat.’

      Jumping down, he felt his boots sink in the mud of the roadway.

      Laughing like he’d heard the biggest joke ever, Allen cracked his long black whip over the head of the lead ox. He was still laughing as the wagon moved on down between the tents making up the town.

      ‘Wal, now, sonny, I guess you really told him, didn’t you,’ Bartlett heard a soft voice speak behind him.

      ‘I saw you looking around and it’s plain as the nose on your face, you just got over a bad case of gold fever.’ The man talking was leaning against a post with both hands sunk deep in the pockets of a heavy sheepskin coat. He might have been smiling. His comments sounded like he was. Bartlett couldn’t tell. The stranger’s mouth was hidden by a dirty cloud of beard.

      ‘Yep,’ the man went on, ‘I seen it time and again, come out here to get rich and take a pocket full of the yellow stuff home to that sweet little girl down in town. Uh huh, yes sirree, that’s the idea. Until you come over that bunch a mountains back yonder and see it for what it is. Well, don’t go feeling so bad. You aren’t the first and likely won’t be the last. Hells fire, I’m one myself. Where you from anyway?’ he asked, then not giving Bartlett a chance to answer, nodded. ‘Naw, that doesn’t matter none. You’re young and whatever you been won’t be anything like whatever you’re going to be. Uh huh, that’s the way it is. Now me, well, I’ve been dab near everywhere. And came back, too. What I discovered is there ain’t no pockets of gold to be had unless you’re planning on sweating for it. What, you haven’t anything to say? Cat got your tongue?’

      Bartlett shook his head. ‘Nope. I’m hungry enough any cat get close I’d end up taking a bite of it. You think there’s any place a fella could get a meal and maybe wash dishes to pay for it?’

      ‘Ain’t that the way of it?’ the stranger laughed. ‘You come over the mountain back yonder without two coins to rub together, thinking you might end up with enough gold to make it all worthwhile. Son, I got to tell it, you ain’t going to find no dishes to wash in this camp. No, sir. Look around and tell me you’re not just like most of the gents you see. So, you miss a few meals. Won’t do any harm. Might make your thinking a bit quicker. And you got some thinking to do. Like where are you going to find that gold treasure you’ve been thinking about. Uh huh. That’s a right nice question, wouldn’t you say?’

      Bartlett was sure everyone near him could hear his stomach growl.

      ‘You don’t seem to be a lot of help," he said, his head still moving as he continued to see what there was to see. ‘I reckon maybe I’ll have to go looking, see what’s around, what others are doing. There’s got to be something I can do to make a few dollars, enough to get a meal or two anyhow.’

      ‘Now, that’s the ticket. Yes, siree, Boy. But let’s look at it. What’re you willing to do to earn those meals? You’re young-looking and I’d figure you’ve done your share of following along behind a plough pulled by some sorry old mule. Ain’t any of that kind of work here. No, sir. Now if you weren’t too particular I expect a man could make a little poke if he really wanted to.’

      ‘Grandpa, the way my stomach’s talking, I’d say there wasn’t much I couldn’t do to earn that poke you mentioned. Where do I sign up?’

      The bearded man pushed himself away from the post and waved Bartlett to follow. ‘C’mon, let’s us go talk a bit. I got a camp set up and unless some jackass has robbed me, I got enough side meat and coffee to make a meal. By the way, I’m not so old as to be your grandpa and my name’s Hodges, Thomas J. Hodges. You can call me Hodges.’

      ‘My name’s Daniel Bartlett. Most times I’m called Danny.’

      ‘Danny it is, then. C’mon.’

      The strips of bacon the older man laid out in the black iron fry pan were mostly fat, Danny saw, but that didn’t stop his mouth from watering from the smell of them cooking. After wiping the blade on a pants leg, Hodges used his belt knife to separate four or five of the bigger pieces. Leaving a couple for himself, he passed the fry pan handle over to the youngster.

      ‘You wouldn’t be carrying any kind of weapon, would you?’ he asked, watching Bartlett wolf down the first strip without wasting time chewing.

      ‘Well, yes sir, Mr Hodges, I do. I got the pistol my pa gave me when I left out. Why?’ he asked, reaching for a second thick slice of the fatty meat.

      The man started to answer but stopped when three men came out of the brush to stand across the fire.

      ‘Dammit, Hodges. You was gonna meet us down at the bridge and here you are, feeding your face and talking with some stranger.’

      ‘Now, Matlow, this here’s my new partner. Didn’t you say you were looking for an extra hand or two? Well, hells fire, now with him you got enough, don’t you?’

      Danny didn’t let the newcomers stop his eating but continued to chew while looking the men over. The one the old man called Matlow was the biggest of the three, his shoulders square under a long black waterproofed canvas coat. The coat wasn’t buttoned and Bartlett could see the man had a wide leather belt around his waist holding a holstered revolver. The tops of his canvas pants tucked into the stovepipe tops of leather dog-eared boots. His face was partially hidden by the floppy brim of his black felt high-crowned hat. The part Bartlett could see was unsmiling and hard-looking.

      Danny couldn’t take his eyes off the man standing next to the big one. He’d never seen a man who looked like that. Somehow he looked as if he’d been put together wrong. This one wasn’t wearing a hat and his head was hairless. Bigger than normal ears stuck out from the sides of his bald head. His nose lay almost flat above a pair of fat lips. Danny figured the nose had been broken, probably more than once. The man’s arms were long, and his huge hands with long fingers hung almost to his knees. The youngster knew he was staring and when he saw the misshapen man staring back, he blanched and quickly shifted his gaze elsewhere.

      ‘What you looking at, boy?’ the man snarled.

      ‘Leave it, Biles,’ Matlow cut in curtly. ‘What’re you trying to pull, Hodges?’ he snarled. ‘He ain’t nothing by a kid. I’m looking for men, not snot-nosed kids.’

      Danny saw the third man had stopped and was standing off to one side a little. This one was slender (Pa would have said he was skinny), and he was flashier dressed than his friends. The pants he wore were of a kind the former farm boy had never seen before, some kind of leather, all tight from the waist to his knees then flaring out over his pointy-toed boots. Silver bangles had been sewn down the outside seam of the pants. A short brocaded vest over his shirt stopped at the man’s waist, just above a narrow gun belt that held a pair of holstered pistols.

      ‘Uh, ya,’ said Hodges quietly, agreeing with Matlow, ‘he’s young. But very hungry. That means he can be counted on to do what needs done. Uh huh, and he’s got his own pistol, too. Look, Matlow, do you want a bunch who’ll do what they should or do you simply want bodies? Hell’s fire, the town is full of them kind.’

      Matlow stood staring at Bartlett for a long moment.

      ‘OK. There isn’t a lot of time to argue. You know where to be and when. Make sure you’re both there. C’mon, you two,’ the big man said, turning to head down toward town.

      Danny finished the last piece of bacon and wiped his hands on his pants leg.

      ‘OK. It looks like you got me some work. And I do thank you, Mr Hodges, but what exactly will I be doing that I’ll need Pa’s pistol for?’

      ‘Well, sonny, that there’s Ned Matlow. He’s the one we’re working with now. He’s put together a bunch of men to look out for a stagecoach that’s going to make a run down to Sacramento. It’ll be carrying a load of gold from the diggings back up yonder. There’s been a few hold-ups and this time it’ll be guarded heavier than before.’

      ‘I don’t know that I’d trust that fella that was standing there, the ugly one.’

      Hodges chuckled. ‘Yeah, he’s a strange one, all right. That’s Johnny Biles and a word of warning; he’s damn quick with that pistol he carries. Quick to use it. It won’t do to rile him.’

      ‘I suppose I can’t turn down any work that comes along, but there’s something about those men I’m not feeling good about. What exactly will we be doing, Mr Hodges?’

      ‘Don’t worry, I’ll be there

      Enjoying the preview?
      Page 1 of 1