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Quinn was a little surprised by Albert’s matter-of-fact tone He’d half expected a Gollu

“Yeah Gold,” Quinn agreed

“It didn’t ht us in school”

“Let’s start loading, huh? This place gives me the creeps,” Quinn said “Bad memories”

Albert reached down and lifted out a brick He set it doith a thud “Heavy, huh?”

“Yeah,” Quinn said “What are you going to do with it all?”

“Well,” Albert said “I’ to see if I canout of it Except I don’t have any kind of coinmuffin tins I have a cast-iron muffin tin that makes the small-sized muffins”

Quinn grinned and then laughed “We’re going to use gold muffins for money?”

“Maybe But, actually, I found so houses found where the guy had made his own am

munition He found some bullet molds”

They kept busy lifting the gold out and onto the ground They stacked it crisscross, like kids playing with blocks

“Gold bullets?” Quinn stopped laughing “We’re going to old bullets?”

“It doesn’tas they’re consistent All the same, you know?”

“Dude Bullets? You don’t think that’s maybe, you knoeird?”

Albert sighed, exasperated “Gold slugs, not the gunpowder part, just the slug part”