Jefferson Jackson had prowled the desert canyons for almost
twenty seasons. Ostensibly looking for gold, Jackson would have settled on a mother
lode of almost any marketable mineral but had, so far, proven unsuccessful.
He made his discovery three days before the rains were meant
to begin.
A weathered human skeleton lay propped up on the rocks
blocking the mouth of a narrow crevasse. Jackson dismounted his horse and moved
closer to the remains for a better look. He searched the body for any hint of
identification, but there was none. It was only when Jackson shifted the bones
that he noticed something strange.
The skeleton’s left arm fell from the moldering clothes that
the corpse still wore. The bones were silver. Jackson examined them and
determined that they were not merely the color, but solid metal.
“How does that happen?” he said, his first words spoken
aloud in almost a month. He looked up at the shadowy gap in the rocks that the
dead man guarded. “Was it in there?” he asked the grinning skull.
Jackson approached the fissure, stepping gingerly around the
deceased. There was something scratched into the rock.
“CURSEI”
It appeared that the letter “d” had been started but not
completed. Jackson ignored the warning and peered into the dark hole. There was
a faint glow from within the crevasse. The slot was too narrow to enter and
Jackson worked his body around so that he could reach toward the tantalizing shimmer.
Many years later, another man rode through the same valley.
He saw two skeletons. There was a word gouged into the wall behind them.
“CURSED”
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