The red dirt road drifted off into nowhere. There were tracks, but it had been so dry that they could have been several weeks old. No way to identify or trace them.
No people anywhere. If there were folks living anywhere nearby, they were tucked so far back into the woods that it would take a long time to find them. Could be dangerous to try. These were independent people, well-armed and not friendly to strangers. They wanted no interference in the form of government checks, or check-ups.
Someday there would be an accounting, but for now, they could wait.