I have been stumbling around Spearfish Cyn for 3 weeks. The heat, snakes, bugs and haunts wanted me to leave, but Gold does funny things to a mans mind. I heard a old legend, I believed, so I looked. I knew the cave was there, because I believed. No real proof, except the desire to find the Gold. Gold does more to a man than any women can or could. Once found, the joy is over whelming. Too soon friends become enemies, distrust sets in. A single word may spark a fight or even a killing. Gold makes men scurry around like little rats, hiding their Gold. Always looking back to see if their "friends" are watching. So I hunt alone. I found the cave, black sand all around. I saw the stream disappear into the back wall of the cave. Jumping in, I swam under the wall for 50 ft and surfaced to a dank, dark, musty grotto. Cloudy, opaque water. My eyes adjusted to what little light they was. Black sand and gypsum were all around me. Gold, beautiful Gold. Now that I found it, I have to make sure no one can take it away from me. My Gold, my Gold, not yours. All TG