Back in my great, great, great GranPapps day, Colorado Wingfern, they had spare wormholes to go around. His mule used to have to step around 'em to get to the mine! Who knows how many mules he lost to those things.

Thats why I'm here. There was lots of gold on them there borros!

I've got all his trails on maps... and there's a ton of 'em!

Boy! I could tell you some stories...

This one time I was out with Willard. That's Willard Jones, mind you! Not Willard Smith that cheating son of a wildcat. Anyways, I was out with Willard scoutin some trails when we saw her. Matilda! One of thems we call "mother" b/c she slipped off into a wormhole with a motherload strapped to her swayed back. Matilda was already eyein us. I knew we couldn't catch her in the open an there was nowhere to box her in. That's when I gave Willard the nod.

Now believe me when I tell ya that Willard's as fast as a snake on the draw but Matilda turn tail and bolted before Willards hand touched ivory.