Sixty
We were lost on back roads and came upon an intersection with a 4-way stop. Three of the roads were dead ends, including the one we came in on. Close by was a forlorn graveyard. A sign at the gate said “Sixty.” That didn’t stop us. We entered through the gate and walked around the graveyard. No fresh graves, no flowers. None of the names on the markers were familiar. That allayed some of the fear. The rest remained.
