There is a graveyard among a area that has no other buildings in sight. You decide to check it out. Old gravestones with dates like 1836. One of that stones reads under the name "Killed in Indian attack". Its amazing that this graveyard has stood this long and why in the middle of nowhere? Maybe once there was a town here, reduced to wheat and corn fields with nothing left to show it once stood. Your dreamy observation is broken by the sound of a fast approaching loud sports car. You just have time to run and conceal yourself behind one of the old twisted trees that border the place. The car breaks and turns sideways kicking up a tall cloud of dust and dirt as the teenagers inside yeee-hah inside. You watch them from your place of concealment.