It was 1902, and the coal industry was booming. Every town near a mountain was built surrounding the coal mines and the work it had to be done. Houses were built as accommodations for the miners and their families, excluding the other families that owned stores and other businesses.

Diego Gonzalez was a Hispanic immigrant, brought to this area of North America by his late father. He was now 17 years of age, and a hard worker. He had a job in the mine, chipping at coal springs and running horse drawn carts up and down the shafts.

Diego wasn't much on safety, that is, until he met you.

You were Diego's gal, the girl he washed up after a coal soaked day in the mines to see. He brought you flowers, took you on walks, and you loved him.