You trod on in the darkness. A road can't be too far, your not that far into field country. You find a road, a one lane black top that's cracked and coming apart. Recent tire tracks on it show people still use it, but not much. You walk along a rise, a human made rise of land with this old road on it. Below is a paved two lane road with cars whoosing by. The only things you hear is a sorrowful coyote baying in the night and the dull repeating clang of something metal and flat slamming against something wooden in the wind somewhere.