Gun-toting men appeared as a newfangle open-air motorized carriage drove leaving a dust trail that looked like a comet along the banks of the tributary. A distinguished-looking autoist climbed out of the newest rage. He pulled a deed from his pocket proclaiming that he bought a plat of land including most of the townsite and the cliff which meant the mountaineer was trespassing. The armed subordinates searched the bohemian cowboy's faded threadbare vest. The wood carving was tossed into the babbling water where it followed the path of the winding rivulet before wedging between stones.
The alluring gold nugget was given to the property owner. The well-dressed industrialist said they were going to blast a mine in the far side of the bluff and the prospector needed to depart this land and stay off. "Welcome to the twentieth century," the purse-proud tycoon gestured with the deed at his blistering fifteen miles per hour automobile while he told the pioneer that it was a new age, the tin-panner's way of life was obsolete--the prospector was for all intents and purposes, a ghost.
The stubble-faced outlier shared a look with his four-legged friend and said, "If being a ghost means you are somewhere you don't belong, then I reckon the two of us have been ghosts all our lives."
"Pardner, standing here and just realized I don't care about anything you're saying. Why are you still rumbling like an undigested bit of beef? How about we just not talk," the plain-dealing developer raised an eyebrow slightly to push his point. Speeding off in the electric, instant self-start, silent operation car by the seat of his pants with the accelerator on the floor the landlord loured at his lackeys, "That mine isn't going to blast itself. Shoo!"
The mountain man's blue spotted horse became restive and would not leave. Soon a blast cloud mushroomed behind the ridge. The ground shook sending a surge of stones tumbling down the sheer face of the escarpment. The nameless outsider swung onto the saddle taking the reins to desperately race from the brook, but both were buried in an avalanche of falling rocks.