Friday Fictioneers are off and running, translating what Rochelle calls a retread into a story. This is my first chance to eyeball the picture and my story came quickly. I hope you enjoy!
“The legend says that fourteen Mc Kellers were found here two years after leaving Philadelphia with arrows and tomahawk wounds claiming their lives,” Hal announced.
“What about the wheel?” sixteen year old Sam asked. There is no way a wagon could have rolled there.
“Hmmm,” patriarch Dan said, approaching the old west relic.
He and Sam lifted the wheel loosing a pile of stones beneath. Below that they dug to find a large iron box.
“Is it?” someone asked.
Patriarch Dan nodded when he raised the lid to see the lost McKeller gold brought from Ireland.