You start the talking." Gregg shifted himself to a more comfortable position, as is the immemorial custom of story tellers, and his glance misted a little with the flood of recollections.
"Started along back about a year ago," he said.

"I was up to the Sullivan Mountains working a claim.

There wasn't much to it, just enough to keep me going sort of comfortable.

I pegged away at it pretty steady, leading a lonely life and hoping every day that I'd cut my way down to a good lead.

Well, the fine ore never showed up.
"Meantime I got pretty weary of them same mountains, staring me in the face all the time.