"Well, very cool, Mister Quixote...the other critter
workin' with us, hmm," she jazzed as she pulled Pute out of
his case while Kit explained how to hook things up and get
going, then the keys to punch; and in minutes there was
$12,742 in the spot Kit had told her to look for.
        "Is this how much you have?" she asked with a little
concern.
        "Naw...how much we made."
        "Today?!"
        "So far...how much is it?" keeping his eyes on the road
because of tight traffic.
        "Uh...twelve thousand, nine hundred and six dollars...
now...."
        "WO!" and he looked over.
        "O, so...this is a good day?" she wondered as they saw
the figure in that spot on the screen go to $13,258.
        "You sure you pressed the right keys?" and ran her
through the sequence again and $13,407 showed up. "WOW!
...Best day I've ever HAD! After the one I met you, Miss
Everything!"
        "Flattery'll work. But you're just delerious from all this
money."
        "I'm delerious from you," leaning over for a kiss, which
she gave him. "But the money helps."
        "So...you're really havin' a good day, then, huh?"
        "A pretty exTREMEly good day, your highness."
        "And more money for the plan."
        "More money for the plan exactly, O wise one. There
was talk of a big market move. I'd say it's real darn great
timing!"
        "I'd say you're getting real darn greatly richer, mister.
So...how much do you have, or is that too rude, Kit? Really,
you don't have to tell me if you don't want to," and smiled.
        "I just don't want you to be disappointed....about a
half million in stock, ranch, plane....and mine," and looked
at her face to judge the trust.
        It was all there, however it is that we determine trust
from looks and body language. And he saw no
disappointment in her face either. As a matter of fact, her
face was kind of glowing at him, and he soaked that vision
into his soul.
        "Well, I know it's yours..." she gleamed his direction,
though a little puzzled, thinking it didn't seem like him to be
possessive. Maybe someone had taken him for some lately,
she thought.
        He cracked up. "Not that it's mine, beautiful..." he
laughed, "there's also a mine...."
        "OOOHHH! Cowabunga!..." and laughed with him.
"Well....that's mighty impressive, Mister Quixote...." as her
laughing slowed. "But...you didn't have anything but
paycheck to paycheck ten years ago...if I remember right,"
she added in an innocent, angelic voice that he just ate out
of the air as it wafted across the Jeep.
        "I came into some inheritance when Gus passed on,"
he explained, and her concern over how he got the money
was allayed.
        "Oh...who was Gus?"
        "Dad."
        "Oh, honey. I'm sorry."
        "Thanks, precious. I miss 'm, to be sure. He was a
cool guy. A very good man...and soul."
        "Well, he'd be proud of his son."
        "I hope so."
        "O come on, son Kit. How many sons go after ending
war itself?"
        "Probably not enough, huh?"
        "Hel-lo...Well, God bless ole Gus. I'm sorry I won't
get to meet 'm."
        "He'd be awful sorry about that too. But, I guess you
just have, sweetheart...since he's all around."
        "Aw, you're right, darlin'...hay, Gus," she said with
full emotion, "I sure love you and your son," and leaned
over and gave ole Kit another sweet kiss.
        "He sure loves you too, maj. I'm sure of that. And bet
he wouldn't mind your participatin' in putting his wealth to
best and highest use, either."
        Neil (or is it Kneel?) Young was doing "I've Been A
Miner For A Heart Of Gold" on 'EBN (the radio station) and,
after their pause of thinking about Gus together, the song made
her remember Kit's mine. "You're a miner too, then, Quixote...
just like Neil."
        "And found a heart of Gold," and looked at her.
        "Aw, thank ye, darlin'.That's sweet. So...Kits...what's in
your mine, if I may ask?"
        "My mind?" he smiled, "heck...just you."
        "Yeah, thanks...Mister Funnybutt," she laughed softly.
        "Ohhhh," he smiled her way, "well...it's not just my mine,
your, uh, sweet hineyness, but...Silver!" and dug into his pocket
and pulled out the nugget from Julian and handed it to her. "And
a little, um, Gold...."
        "Holy!...this is for REAL, then!?" and she looked over the
nug.
        "As real as your butt!" They laughed together, then he
added, "I'm sorry."
        "Yeah, buster, watch it," she smiled.
        "I have been..." and smiled a look back at her. "Uh, the
mine's a secret, though, Jess." She gave him a look that she
could be trusted. But he already knew it, and loves people he
can.
        "You can trust me, Kit," and gave him another kiss.
        "I believe you, precious. And..." feeling the joy of telling
the love of his life, "...we think it might be an ancient mine they
call 'El Dorado'," practically whispering those last words. He
didn't think his 'migos y 'migas back at the ranch would mind
him telling Jess. Except maybe Essy. But he did feel a little badly
not asking them first. But it was gone out of his mouth. And it
was Jessica.
        "O man...you're really for real, aren't you?!"
        He nodded back at her, "I hope so."
        "Uh...who's we?"
        "My partners at the hacienda. They're from Mejico. Maria's
Mayan royal heritage...and was told of Native prophecies about it
- the mine - by her father. And I shouldn't really be tellin' you
about this without checking with them first...I'm sorry, Jess. It's
nothing about you, darlin'...."
        "I won't let them know you did, sweetheart. I understand.
But, Jeez, that's amazing!" and thought some, then added, "...and
the Chief showed up when you found the Gold??!" and felt that
rush of discovery.
        "Wow!...That's one heck of a guess, Jess!...Actually, yeah,
a week later....I just made that connection, too, a little while ago,
when telling ya...but Chief didn't mention it. Well, at least as far as
I understood what he was tellin' me. But, then again, maybe he
did...woo..." remembering one particular sign.
        "Awesome. Just...awesome," and she looked at the Gold
again. "And you found it right when you're going to try and fix the
world...that's good medicine, Cody."
        "Yeah! You know it, darlin'! Though all we have for sure is
Silver. There's just a little Gold. But it's lookin' promising! We've
been talkin' about how to use the fortune, too - if we've really
found it - but I haven't told them what I'm about to do. And I
worry sometimes I'll be gettin' them into deep trouble...."
        "We won't get caught...." She was sounding to have some
kind of extra sense on that, besides repledging their promise.
"Don't worry. The Chief knows what you're going to do with
your share," handing him the nugget back.
        "Yeah, he does!...That's for you, highness," nodding toward
the nug, "...for good luck...for your heart and soul of Gold."
 
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