There were a few things that didn’t fit, though. What’s wrong with this picture, he thought. First, there were fresh tire tracks everywhere. Juan’s family had prudently bought up the mineral rights on this claim, and the drivable road ended at the flat space in front of the mine after running through the Aragon’s private land, so it wasn’t likely anyone else would be up here outside of hunting season. Juan was less than fond of mining, and he rode rather than drove everywhere, so why were there any tracks at all?
“O.K., O.K. Johnny’s been doing something up here, right” He was wondering just what he could have done that would have pushed Marguerite so close to the edge.. As he spoke he saw the shiny new gasoline-powered generator just inside the shadow of the entrance. A generator implied
