Valley of Gold It could be worse, I could be taking you there with me

Her cheeks flushed, maybe some tinge of embarrasment. She should have expected support but this rapt attention made her worry about saying the wrong thing. Leading them astray. She never wanted to be the wrong person to trust.

We start small. I met a man who even trades rocks, as long as it is something he doesn't have. This was to assure her sisters that it seemed there was a want for anything. A stone turns into a plant. Turns into meat or furs. Turns into someone willing to come help for the meal or comfort.

Her cheeks burned hotly. Confidence was a dizzying kind of experience and she was not sure how she liked it!

We trade when we explore, we'll find something.