As I started to walk toward the oak tree Digger was making his way toward Julie just outside the cemetery.

I already knew what he was going to tell her.

As much I wish he would keep his mouth shut.

I simply had to find out why it was so important to my grandmother that she, so desperately wanted me to visit a grave of a person that I knew nothing about.

All my life the roads I had traveled down always seem to come to a dead end.

As I headed to the oak tree I could only ponder with thoughts dancing in my head?

Would this travel be my last, or would it truly be, the future my grandmother had promised me, it would be?

In less then five minutes all of my answers would finally be resolved.

As I came near the Oak tree I could see the flash of a gun barrel in the bushes.

The sound of three other men in the orange grove quietly moving ahead of me.

Trying their best to keep me from noticing them.

By my estimations there were four rifles focused on me or the grave I was about to visit.

Either way the odds of me fulfilling my grandmother's wish seem to be getting pretty dim.

I knew a single step past the oak tree would have me as good as dead.

The odds of four men all being bad shots...