River Dried Up After 60 Years, Then Workers See What’s Underneath

Wooden crates

A large open area stretched out before them. And against the walls were wooden crates, old and dark with age, stacked in tight rows as far as the beam reached.

Dale stepped forward slowly and looked into the nearest open crate. “Rifles.” They were wrapped in oilcloth that had dried and cracked, but held the metal beneath it together.