He'd want his kin to have what he worked for." He paused. "And I know what it's like to start over with nothing." His honesty disarmed her. "Thank you. I won't forget your kindness." "No need for that," Kieran said, uncomfortable with her gratitude. "Let's head to the Silver Spur for lunch.
We can talk about what comes next." The Silver Spur Saloon was Prosperity's most respectable establishment, serving meals as well as drinks. As they entered, conversations dimmed momentarily as people noticed Katherine, now dressed more presentably, but still the subject of town gossip. "Ignore them," Kieran murmured, guiding her to a corner table. They ordered stew and cornbread, and as they ate, Kieran outlined what she'd need to do to get the mine operational again. "It'll need cleaning out, been sitting empty since Jacob took sick," he explained.
"Probably need to check the supports, make sure everything's safe. Then hire about five men to start, more as production increases." "And where do I find trustworthy men?" Katherine asked. "I know a few," Kieran said. "And there's Tom Bailey, he was Jacob's foreman. Good man, knows the mine better than anyone." As they talked, a burly man approached their table, his expensive suit and gold watch marking him as someone of means.
"Miss Blackwood," he greeted with a thin smile. "Victor Holloway. I own the Golden Eagle Mine." Katherine nodded politely. "Mr. Holloway." "I understand you've inherited Jacob's claim," Holloway continued.
"I'd like to make you an offer, save you the trouble of mining it yourself. "I haven't decided to sell," Katherine replied carefully. Holloway's smile didn't reach his eyes. "Mining is a difficult business, Miss Blackwood. Dangerous, expensive.
My offer would give you enough to live comfortably, perhaps even return east. I appreciate your concern, Mr. Holloway, but I intend to assess the mine's value myself before making any decisions. Holloway's expression hardened slightly. As you wish.
But my offer won't remain open indefinitely. With a curt nod to Kieran, he walked away. Vulture, Kieran muttered. Been trying to buy up every claim in the area. Is his offer likely to be fair?
Catherine asked. Not a chance, Kieran said flatly. He knows Jacob hit a rich vein. He'd pay you a fraction of its worth. After lunch, Kieran suggested they visit the mine the next day.
It's about an hour's ride. I can borrow a gentle mare for you. I'd appreciate that, Catherine said, remembering the side-saddle lessons of her youth. I should warn you, I haven't ridden in some time. You'll do fine, Kieran assured her.