Steve stood on the brakes and the Olds came to a head slamming halt.
They stared.
There really wasn't much to say. They looked at each other, looked at the bags of gold--and heaved them into the dry prairie grass.
The message was clear: happiness had nothing to do with gold; happiness was a matter of oneness with blue, puma-sized butterflies.
As the fortune cookie said..."Relish the transitions in your life; they will happen regardless."
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