By the icy bank

By the icy bank of an unknown river, the last of the robbers lay.  They had planned the heist.  They shot down seven, and successfully robbed the small town bank.  They eluded those who came after them, and found themselves in the frozen plains.  One by one they perished as they foolishly continued northward.  In the end, the last of them gazed at the swaying trees and listened to the cry of the frozen wind.

I believe that the chest of gold is still there.  It remains there amongst the frozen hills and prairies.