Carmen had given Josh no encouragement.
I think this is the Josh I'm asking about.
The voice and words belonged to Josh, and yet he had been dead for more than two years.
Josh had been her childhood playmate.
Maybe it was her way of keeping Josh alive.
One thing he didn't need to know was that she was having dreams about Josh - even if they were actually nightmares.
As with Josh, he had simply assumed a relationship.
Other than an infatuation with Josh before she met Alex, there had been no one else.
This Josh would send reports to my father of just how rich the mine was.
Nope. He tried to locate Josh what's-his-name a couple of times—there were notes—but then nothing.
The question of who was responsible for Josh-the-skeleton coming to his untimely demise was even more obscure.
If anyone knows the whereabouts of Josh, last name unknown, contact Miss Edith Plotke on 6th Street.
'Reward for information leading to Josh, last name unknown, worked around Ouray this past year as a miner, foreman, or manager.
"Sounds to me Josh might have been something of a cad," Cynthia said as she glanced at her husband.
I wonder who Josh is?
I couldn't find nothing on Josh without a last name, but Ed Plotke was in the phone book for six years between 1956 and 1962.
Josh the cad got sweet young Edith pregnant and skipped.
Do you think this Josh character—the miner Fred found out about—might be her father?
Did you do any more checking on Ed and Edith Plotke— the people from the 1961 newspaper—and missing Josh the miner?
I might need a little of that as well, but mostly I'm trying to track down a guy named Josh who worked in mining in Ouray back in the 1960's.
Asking about Josh-the-miner is like asking about Joe-with-a-moustache or John-who-drives-a-snowplow.
Dean pulled out the photocopies of the old newspaper ads requesting information on Josh published first by Edith Plotke and later by her father.
I wouldn't wanted to be in this Josh fellow's shorts when Ed Plotke caught up with him!
But the Josh I knew wasn't any miner.
"Josh was a bum, a real con man—what they used to call a grifter," Roger said.
They all left about the same time—Ed and his family and this Josh fella.
Never heard about Josh either, but nobody gave a hoot about him.
"If it was the same Josh, he left a good-paying job," Dean said.
I understand from Dawkins' son his old man was paying Josh pretty well to be his mine manager—up until August of 1961 when Josh disappeared.
"According to the son, Josh had high grade samples," Dean answered.
Josh salted that mine and strung along the owner just enough to get a salary out of him.
Destiny was born less than a week after Josh died.
"That's too long ago for the skeleton to be Josh Mulligan," Cynthia said.
But then you were so convinced the bones belonged to that man Josh that I decided to let matters play out.
The two together formed a totally incompatible combination, yet Josh Mulligan, at least according to the curmudgeons, was a runner, too.
"Josh Mulligan was my natural father," Jennifer said.
Josh Mulligan was Paul's mine manager at the Lucky Pup.
Josh and my mother were involved—she was Edith Plotke.
Of course her father went ballistic when he found out she was pregnant and tried to find Josh, but he didn't have any luck.
Grandfather Ed Plotke learned Josh worked for Paul Dawkins and he wrote to Paul in California.
Besides, I'd heard the story in general from my mother all my life—not about Paul's involvement, but Josh the randy miner and teenage Edith.
No. He stopped looking when my mother insisted she didn't want Josh Mulligan found!