People call me crazy. I have searched these red rocks for years. My Annabelle, she gave up on me and went off with that banker feller. Someday I will fill that bank with gold. I know the tale of the Lost Dutchman is true. I have spent my entire life searching this Superstition Mountain.
People call me crazy. It has been a lonely life but I will have the last laugh when I find that mine. I will ride into to town and the women will fight to keep me company and the men will buy me drinks and want to be my friend. But they are all too late, I know they all call me crazy Bill.
People call me crazy but the lonely Apache swore it was true. Damn shame he refused to give up his secrets. Felt bad that I had to kill him. It gets real lonely out here at times but you can only have one winner in this game.
People call me crazy but I know its here. Look at that gold gleaming so bright it lights up the sky. Tomorrow is the day. I can feel it in my bones. Surely this is a sign that my pick will strike gold.
This is written in response to Sue Vincent’s prompt. This prompt can be found at her blog Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo, https://scvincent.files.wordpress.com.
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