On the way back I pulled in behind old Arnold's Roadhouse. 

There wasn't anybody around. It was late and quiet. I could hear cricket's chirping. I had an old beat up shovel in the back of the Chevy. I dug a hole about thirty feet back in the trees. I opened the case and grabbed a stack of bills it looked like mostly hundreds and then shut the case and dropped it in the hole and filled it up with dirt.

Driving back on Rte 34 I stopped on the little bridge over Casper River. I hated to do it but I threw the Navy Colt in as well as a box of cartridges. 

"So long old friend"

I got back in the Chevy and drove home and slept well for the first time in a while.