I was visiting a friend who works in a jail and he introduced me to one of the old timers there. The man was tired, grizzled and seemed without a friend. I asked him what his story was, and he proceeded to lay out how he got there.
"I was desperate for money and got caught up in a card game while riding a train. The train came to a stop for some repairs and we proceeded to set up a table outside to enjoy the great scenery. Well, there was a nice bit of cash on the table. When the cards were dealt, I could see across from me, the dealer had a winning pair of cards by the reflection off his glasses. I took a third card and that's when it all went bad. I was beat. I pushed that third card away a bit from the first two. Rather than just let it go, I made my biggest mistakes. I pulled my gun and told him to put the cash right there between my pair. That's when his friends grabbed me from behind and everything was scattered. Seems the cash ended up between another pair next to a third, but I was caught. They locked me up here, and here I rot. I refuse to tell them where the cash went, but if you paid attention and head out there, you might find it."
With that, he became quiet again. I headed out to the area as I know it real well and sure enough, there was the money...rotted. So I replaced his cash with my cache and leave it to you to puzzle out.