Chapter One: March 1889When he emerged from underground after hours of toil, David couldnt deny the protest of his back any longer. But two years over thirty, his body gave him pain that he didnt think hed feel until he was an old man. He knew the men who worked below ground beside him felt the same. Not all tried to hide their cursing; others couldnt hide deep, throaty coughs that demanded relief from the brisk mountain air. He shook his head. Hed long since realized the opportunity to mine...