Buried Treasure

Author's Note: This is a creative ending to a 3:15 story called Buried Treasure. Enjoy.

The golden hook laying on the floor next to him, the blacksmith stove heating up getting ready to melt down the pure gold pirate hook. The day had been filled with much more than the normal day, burying dead guys, stealing gold, you know, your normal day. Finally, the stove had warmed up, and he walked over to the stove getting ready to melt the last piece of what stood of Clarence.  He reaches down with his trembling hands to pick up the hook, but something doesn't feel right. He keeps remembering the same words that Clarence said before his last breath: "You best be burying me with my treasure." But that's not what Cody did. The shakiness of his hand was imbearable to the situation. He was about to melt the hook when his conscious took over.  It was almost like a feeling where you were sleep walking. He couldn't help himself. Running now, back to the remains of the dead body, he is running through the forest.  All is good until he hears the chop of the tree.  The tree starts timbering towards his helpless body. Surrounded by boulders, he tries to make a quick escape, but the tree had won, towering down onto his right hand...