Prospector

Gold dust, dynamite, and bad decisions follow Willy Wimple and Hank Honeycutt wherever they go. Willy's a fast-talking, shovel-swinging schemer with more charm than sense. Hank's a grumpy, mule-loving mountain of a man who'd rather dig than talk. Together, this mismatched pair of prospectors scours the frontier for the next big strike-and usually finds trouble instead. From cursed mines to crooked claim-jumpers, their wild misadventures strike just the right balance between gold-fever dreams and good old-fashioned frontier chaos.

On the rough Nevada frontier, Ben Badger is just another prospector chasing a dream that always seems one creekbed out of reach. When a run of luck brings gold dust to his pan-and a pair of claim jumpers to his camp-Ben's simple life turns into a fight for survival. Joined by the drifting newcomer Hank, Ben must face the dangers of the wild, the treachery of desperate men, and the hardest gamble of all: trusting a stranger. From wind-scoured hills to the lawless streets of Virginia City, Ben's journey is one of grit, hard-won friendship, and the search for a place to finally call home. In a land where fortunes rise and fall with every sunrise, one prospector's tale proves that the richest rewards aren't always found in gold.

Frank Flanders is a man who keeps his own company and trusts the mountains more than men. Alone except for his loyal mule, Frank spends his days panning cold creeks and following the faint glimmer of gold dust in the wild hills. But out here, where the silence is deep and old camps fade into memory, fortune is measured in more than gold. In the shadow of the mountains, Frank learns what it means to belong-to the land, to the work, and to himself.

Lincoln Lymes wasn't looking for trouble-just silver, gold, or anything shiny enough to buy another bottle. But when the stubborn old prospector digs too deep into a forgotten mountainside, he uncovers more than ore... something ancient, something buried for a reason. What begins as a quest for fortune turns into a descent into darkness-where the earth whispers secrets, and not all veins run with metal. Some men dig for riches. Lincoln Lymes dug up a curse.