Sand crunches beneath my feet. An old saloon is before me. Inside it’s cleaner than the saloons from the old Clint Eastwood westerns. Scent of pies fill the air. I take one home.
Sand crunches beneath my feet. An old saloon is before me. Inside it’s cleaner than the saloons from the old Clint Eastwood westerns. Scent of pies fill the air. I take one home.