David and Julie approached what they thought was the entrance to the McCloud plantation and turned on to a red clay rutted weed overgrown road.
“David, are you sure this is the right turnoff? Doesn’t look like any plantation I ever saw.” Julie questioned.
“You’re the one navigating and reading Crick’s directions. We’ll travel down this road a bit and see where it’s goes.” David said eyeing the scrub oak and pine woods on both side s of the road.
“David he didn’t say what kind of plantation it was.” Julie said looking at the edge of the second growth fields.
“”Looks like we got some cleared land coming up.” Davis said as they rounded a curve and saw what appeared to be fields that had not been worked in years.
For as far as the eye could see in several directions, a rolling plain of p
