"She likely picked on a white man so's he could locate under the law, but this claim's located a'ready." He waved a hand toward the monument, a few rods up the canyon.

"And Casey Ryan ain't spreadin' no rich gold vein wide open for every prowlin' desert rat to pack off all he kin stagger under.

I'm callin' it the Devil's Lantern.

You c'n call a mine any name yuh darn want to.

And if it wasn't fer the Devil's Lantern, I wouldn't be here.