It took them a little more than two hours to finally diverge from the main highway onto dirt roads that kept growing smaller and smaller the more fenced lands they passed. The tight space, low-hanging branches, and occasional deep crevices on their path had Claude gripping both the handle and the leather of the passenger seat tensely, meanwhile Dean had chuckled and continued driving with the surety of someone who's navigated the area many times.
They parked outside chain link fencing, the words Private Property: Keep Out greeting them. Dean ignored the sign and pushed one of the gates open, beckoning Claude to follow him onto the walking path.
The first thing that caught Claude's attention were the rows and rows of full-grown trees. There was a system to how they were planted, with simi
