Tall oak trees towered above him, shadowing the single-lane road as the sun slowly began its descent to the west. The park was barely ten minutes out of his way, and it appeared uninhabited, save for the wild turkeys and occasional deer. It seemed an ideal location to bury the gold because it offered the right compromise between isolation and convenience. Certainly, the park was better than an urban area, which would all but invite discovery with the widespread scavenging underway.He followed the road until it came to a dead end directly in front of Lake Crawford. Based on the tall grass and potholed road, the lake had not been a big attraction even before the world’s demise. Its only parking was a small gravel lot that allowed would-be fisherman to try their luck.Mason parked his truck and carried the box of gold and a length of paracord with him down to the lake. He wasn’t exactly sure how or where to hide the gold, but he thought that something would probably present itself. Bowie ran ahead, barking, his ears flapping in the wind.
