I sat in the shade of the Hanging Rock, puffing on a cigarette and taking a glance at my map.
I didn't much feel like going to Armadillo with empty pockets. Not when I was hungry and thirsty, and had no money to help that.
My feet began to cramp so I stood and walked around a bit. I noticed that if I didn't eat or drink for a while, my hands and feet would hurt like that. My horse stood uneasily nearby, listening for coyotes and other things, before burying her face in a patch of grass.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a strange shape near the rocks. As I looked closer, I noticed it was a pile of rocks seeming to hide something. I kicked a rock off the top and saw that there was a box underneath.
I knelt and pushed the rest of the rocks away, and then opened the lid. To my surprise, inside was a map... and a chunk of gold.
I'd never felt gold before, and as I ran my fingers over it, it had felt almost soft to the touch. Almost as if I could squeeze it and have the sides give way under my hand.
I stuffed it in my pack and jumped on my horse. I could sell it at Armadillo, and then take a stagecoach to Blackwater for a meal, a haircut, and a bath.