An aging prospector returns to his claim in the Mojave Desert in his lifelong search for gold. Settle back, for a trip back in time, to the early 1900s, to the Mojave Desert. As you read The Prospector, you will smell the yellow Asters in bloom, hear the grinding of the equipment at the mines, feel the booms of dynamite going off, and feel the warm wind. From the summer heat to the winter cold, from the billowing smoke of the steam engines to the jackrabbits jumping and the coyotes howling, watch the black buzzards circling the mines.Walstine G. Jones always had a penchant for learning about things, as well as history. He expressed his many thoughts on events, both past and current. "Wally," as he was known, was a voracious reader, and seemed to have a great memory of events. To sit down and talk with him could almost be intimidating because his knowledge was so vast. Jones didn't really start writing short stories, the family history, and The Prospector, until after he retired from 30 years with Civil Service, among other jobs he had when younger, in addition to serving in World War 2, meeting and marrying Ruth, in 1938.