The rickety wooden sign swayed in the evening breeze. A curling hand cupped a chalice on the flaking wood and underneath it read “Ambrosia Blues”. Colton had never traveled outside of Texas before. His parents had kept him tied to the farm with the promise that “one day” he’d get to saddle up and have a grand adventure.

After they brought the Jenkins’ over to discuss a marriage proposal between Colton and the Jenkins’ daughter, Henrietta, he knew he had to go. The moon didn’t catch his ride until he made it halfway past Galveston. Too far for anyone from his cowpatch to track him down. He stepped inside the bar— he wanted to know what the sign meant.