George Summerland's Night

The carriage does not take the
road down the canyon as
he expects, but instead
goes along the main street, hastily
built in the last few years for the
prospectors and railroad men. At
the end of the street it
stops in front of an imposing,
ornate residence.
Anyone else would have
walked, he thinks. But they smile
easily.
"We're businessmen, and we
will get right to business," Beale
said.
"Where is the man who wrote
me the letter?"
He finds himself hastened into
the parlor.
"We believe you and your father-
in-law, Samuel Walker, have
possession of a map of sorts.
Christian Beveridge mentioned it to
us. We are prepared to stake you
and Walker.
You will have a crew, gunpowder,
diggers."
It might be a trap. If Christian
were involved, where was he? Walker
would not do business
with Beale and Vineyard,
murderers, and thieves.
"I can get the map," George
says.