The New El Dorado
I’d never felt such cold in my life. It was like an infection seeping into the thirty dreamers trapped shivering for a week in the back of a truck.
We barely talked, each dreaming of the approaching land of gold. The smugglers told us about the insane riches, showed us a bag of real gold. So, I traded all my money for hope and a one-way ticket north.
The back opened and snow swirled in. We staggered out, blinking at the whiteness.
“Where’s the gold?” someone asked.
“Out there,” the smuggler said. “You find it. We just brought you here.”
This story came from the question: what if there were coyotes during the Klondike Gold Rush?
The Green-Walled Treehouse 
Welcome back. I’ve always been fascinated by the Gold Rush…the optimism it inspired. 🙂
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Great final comment
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Oy, what a story. Excellent ending, David.
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You’d think they’d know better by now.
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David, very creative storytelling. I hope they find a way to survive.
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Oh! Not good then. But a good little tale, David.
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