The Good, The Bad, and the Weird
Outside the edge of Boonville Old Man Wuthers staked a claim on a dirt plot in the middle of a field, far from the Ghost Rock veins of the Maze. Folks laughed their heads off over in Sally’s when news reached the miners, only a fool would look for fundaments in a field. Like a madman, Wuthers took his pickaxe to the rock and burrowed himself a hole straight down in the Earth. Complaining of the wretched heat within his claim he dubbed it “Satan’s Arse,” suffering even more humiliation from the locals.
Few prospectors have the determination and will that Wuthers does, most would have abandoned the claim within a month. As it was Wuthers has seen it through, excavating a pit ten yards in diameter, one-hundred yards down into the Earth. At the height of this chasm he keeps one of the only Painted Ladies you’ll find inland of the Maze, using it to descend its depths. Haphazardly strewn about the walls of the Arse wooden joists brace the rocks, supporting the walls from caving in. Not a cowpoke in town trusts Wuthers’ construction and would never brave its depths to behold the true beauty of his meticulously crafted mine.
Shortly after his arrival in Boonville Sheriff Winston met Wuthers at the mouth of the Arse, bringing him into custody as a suspect in the massacre outside town. The ringing of Wuthers’ pickaxe has silenced in that time, some neighboring ranchhands claim to have seen a shadow lurking about the mine in the darkness of night recently.