Lone Pine, California wound up being where he buried the metal ammo case lifted out of his stepfather’s garage.
For the first time in ages, he no longer had anything to complain about. No worries at all. Stuffed inside that ammo case was his mom’s jewelry.
She’d meant for him to get it.
Then somehow the will got doctored up. His stepfather snatched up everything except a caved in beer carton stuffed with faded family photos.
Who’s to say why his crooked stepfather figured nobody would find out about that ammo case. And who’s to say why he put the jewelry in there in the first place.
He’d drive through the night and have breakfast in Nipomo, California.
