Black Rock had been a gold mining town back in the 1800s. The recent spike in gold prices had inspired some opportunistic businessmen to make another go of it. At least until Buzzkill shut them down. No doubt to put some coin into his next election campaign.
Now there was nothing left of the town but a faded welcome sign, a feed store, and the shuttered gold mine.
Just past the feed store, Shea pulled onto a gravel drive and stopped at a ten-foot chain-link gate topped with razor wire and bearing a sign that read cortes county property. trespassers will be prosecuted. A steel chain dangled from the adjoining fence.
With a nudge from the bike’s front tire, the gate swung open. She drove through without closing the gate and followed the gravel road around a wide turn and down a steep hill
