Sol Jones, considered a halfwit by many, kept his head down as he rode his horse through Reno. It had been five, long and hard, years since he’d been here and things had changed in that time period.
Soon he was north of town, nearing Verdi, following the Central Pacific Railroad track, the same outfit he’d been convicted of robbing. Sol stopped at a grouping of columnar basalt, the Colonnades, where he searched till finding what he’d buried.
Once loaded, he continued westward to a new life under the new name of Chuck Boles, for Sol Jones was no-ones gobdaw.
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