This was a fine fettle. Like “Croatoan” if one wanted to think of it that way. He didn’t really, but he could tell the road to the ranch hadn’t been used in years. Had she left this message here for him?
She’d said she’d wait, but that obviously went out the window once he was locked up. His cellmates had warned him, but he had stupidly believed her.
Tossing his cigarette away into the dust, he turned and started hiking back towards the main road. One day he would find her. One day.
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“Croatoan” – One of the only clues left to the disappearance of the Roanoke Colony in 1590.