Finally, after several moons out in the open woods in the “San Pedro Martir” mountains in Baja, the three stranded boy scouts found shelter from the pouring rain in a shattered cabin, probably built by miners some 175 years ago during Baja’s Gold Rush. -“What is that?!”- asked Dwight, as he pointed towards the dusty old box Fidel had just found. -“Open it!”- insisted Evan, as Fidel slowly removed the objects found inside the box. In that small and humid room illuminated only by the light of nearby thunder, Evan and Dwight could hear Fidel taking out a piece of paper and a couple of objects: -“It’s… it’s a list with three names, ours; ...a gun, and... and two bullets…”-