You had to go prospecting, you had to search, and when you found your own shining treasure you didn't want to share it with any man alive.
Steve had his gun trained on the wall ahead when he ducked down at my side.
"Yes, sir," I whispered, half to myself. "This is going to be rough!"
"They asked for it!" Steve said.
His gun roared twice.
From the wall ahead came a burst of gunfire in reply.
"If they think they're going to get this mirror away from me—"
I looked at his grim, sweat-beaded face. "I'll help you fight for it," I said.
"So nice of you," he grunted.
"Then maybe you'll have sense enough to bury it face down in the sand."