What the Old Man saw...
The old man had finished his breakfast. a few rashers of bacon, some mealy bread, and a nice, large shot of whiskey to wash it all down...and then another swallow. Just for good measure. Did a body good, that.
He took a few minutes to cinch up the packs on his mule. Then he peeked outside the stable.
Huh. some kinda ruckus down the street. Big gaggle o' folks doin' some damn thing or another. He even thought he saw the mayor over there. What was going on? Some kind o' parade?
He shouldn't go. He had a long way to go today, and he needed to make sure his claim was really as good as he'd staked it. But he'd always been the curious sort, eager to see what was over the next rise...it's why he'd gotten into prospecting in the first place.
So after his mule was all ready to go, instead of taking the road out of town, he headed over to the crossroad. Well, that was strange. There was a big pit, right there in the middle o' the road! And were those boot sticking out of it?
There were three folks standin' around near the pit, so he moseyed on over. His mule decided now would be the time to be stubborn, though...it stopped, snorted, and refused to budge.
"Oh, consarn it, you jackass!" He shouted. "What in tarnation's wrong with you now?" He tried to coax the mule, then started pulling on the reigns, hard, but to no avail. Eventually, he gave up. "Fine, you flea-bitten nag. Be that way." he growled, and let the reigns go. "You just wait here."
Stupid mule. It was always doing this, refusing to go near the interesting places. He let it alone, and waddled up to the three men standing by the pit. An Indian, a young feller, and a guy with three sticks o' wood on his belt instead o' a gun. That were mighty strange in and of itself.
"Well, hello there!" he said to break the ice. "Seems there's been some excitement here! What's been going on here?"