Nose Picking for Gold

In the dusty outpost of Snottingham, a sun-scorched speck on the map where tumbleweeds outnumbered people, folks had little to their name but grit and a stubborn will to survive. The gold rush of the 1800s had long dried up, leaving behind rusted pans and broken dreams. That is, until Cletus “Snoot” McGraw stumbled into town one sweltering afternoon in March 2025, with a wild glint in his eye and a story no one could ignore.