Treasure on Phantom Hill

Hell couldn't be worse than this night. An hour after dusk a storm came up and rain and hail began to batter the countryside. There was lightning in the darkness, lightning seemed to tear the sky apart. The unnaturally loud thunder was deafening. The wind was driving the clouds, it was pouring down. In the ghostly glow of lightning, the facades of houses in Bisconte, a town in southeastern colourado, were visible.