The Coal Dust Settles

It’s a story told in numbers, of course. Fifteen and a half million dollars less tied up in black rock. But numbers are just ghosts of transactions, and they don’t tell you about the men who dig the coal, the families who depend on it, or the power plants that burn it to keep the lights on. They don’t tell you about the weight of a legacy, stretching back to 1864, a time when a man’s handshake meant something more than a contract.








