Excerpt: The Lucky Mike

Darrin knelt by the stream and panned his gold down and collected it in his coffee cup. He pulled out his tweezers and picked out a tiny fleck and held it up to the light. He was amazed that this teensy grain could hold as much power over a person. He poured the gold in his hand and let the cold metal fall through his fingers into his cup. He caught his breath. He wanted more. Much more.