I stepped inside, my arms turning to goose bumps from the chill. The air smelled of mildew and rotted beams, but also of horse sweat and wood smoke. Strange. That mine had sat empty for years.
Once my eyes got used to the dim, I gazed around, hoping to see shimmery rocks littering the floor, but dust was all I saw. Frank walked past me to where the walls narrowed, then disappeared around the curve. I followed fast.
I'd come up right behind Frank when, ting, his boot connected with metal. He stooped, grabbed, and when he stood, his palm held more than we'd hoped.
A gold coin. Frank's eyes nearly popped.
"Where did that come from?" I whispered and reached out a finger to touch.
Just then, voices sounded in the next cavern over: "Zed, hold it higher." Two men stepped through a gap in the far wall.
