The Joshua Tree's Secret
Redrock's rooftops shimmer on the horizon when Jim suddenly stops, breathing hard. "Wait," he rasps, pointing to a lonesome Joshua tree clawing at the sky. "Buried under those roots—a strongbox. Twice your bounty in gold coin. Take it, Sage. Let me ride."
Your hand drifts to your holster. The wind whispers across the sand, and Jim's tired eyes hold yours, waiting.