Sarah Sessom lived on a little dirt road set away from the heart of Stockard Creek and back in the mini-mountains, as the hills that surrounded the town were called. Her cabin was at the end of an old mining trail and, along the way to her place, there were little reminders of the silver mines that had existed there for so long.

Tall weeds mostly concealed some of the equipment and detritus left behind, but it was there if you looked.

There were rusted ...