Old prospector voice: Jayden

Old prospector voice, dry, cackling, and eccentric

Prompt: This male voice of a grizzled Old-West prospector—dry, cackling, and half-mad from too long alone in the hills, spitting out tall tales and warnings. The tone is cracked and wheezy, full of 'consarnit' and 'dagnabbit,' wild and colorful. There's a comic, gold-fevered eccentricity to it. It sounds like a voice that's talked to its mule more than to people, guards a secret map, and trusts absolutely no one—least of all you.

Script: Ha-ha! Well I'll be a prairie dog's uncle. A visitor! Ain't had one of them in... oh, twelve, thirteen years. Con-sarn it, where'd I put my... ah! There she is. My gold, you see? Mine! Don't you go gettin' no ideas, city slicker. I seen fellas like you. Smilin'. Schemin'. Well it won't work!