Confederate Gold and Silver
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“Sure I do, you’re the guy I joked with the first day I saw you here. You needed help with some research. If my memory serves me right, I helped you on a couple of other occasions after that, right?”
“Good memory.”
“Hey, wait a minute! Aren’t you the guy I saw on television and in the newspapers as well? You’re the one who found the dead soldier and all of the Confederate money, aren’t you?”
“Good memory, again.”
“Well, I’ll be. Hey, I think I joked with you about sharing some of the gold with me after you found what you were looking for. I did, didn’t I?”
“Yes, you did. I’m just here today because I wanted to return the books I had taken out and while I was here I wanted to thank you for all of your help.”
Paul extended his hand to her and they shook hands. They talked for a couple of minutes as he answered a few of her questions regarding what he had found, but soon he told her he had to get going. “I’m glad I was able to help you a little bit. This is something I won’t forget for some time.”
“Me either, Caren, me either.”
As Paul started to walk away, he saw she was still looking at him. Stopping, he turned to look back at her. “Sorry, Caren. I almost forgot. Here you go!”
Caren reached up with both hands and caught what Paul tossed to her. It was an 1862 gold dollar coin. Watching her expression as she examined the coin, Paul could tell she had been surprised by what he had tossed her. “I promised I would share what I found with you!”
Still smiling from the expression he had seen on Caren’s face, Paul walked out the double sliding front doors of the library and across the sun drenched parking lot to his truck. He had fulfilled the promises he had made.