A Ghost of a Story Part II

II. Dave Lewis, 1899

Dave Lewis was not a particularly agreeable man.  Most of the miners didn’t like him but that suited him just fine.  He didn’t like them so he didn’t lose any sleep.  If his parents hadn’t up and died when he was seven he wouldn’t be stuck working in the mines anyway.  His one personality talent his father bestowed on him was the ability to grovel and suck up when needed to and he had rose in rank to pit boss.  From his momma he was blessed him with a good sense of reality.  This was as far as he expected to climb the ladder.  He was keenly aware of his limits.  That didn’t keep him from daydreaming about making it rich and settling somewhere on a ranch where he could grow fruit trees.  Lots of fruit trees.  Far away from the dry, dusty high mountain desert he was presently stuck in. Continue reading