A STORY OF GUTS AND GOLD

Down in the depths of town, tucked away on a street slick with rain, stood The Brass Rail. A haven for men with stories to tell. It was a den of iniquity with a warmth that lured you in. Every night, the saloonkeepers pulled back the heavy iron doors and welcomed a motley crew. Gamblers shuffled around, eyes lit by flickering lamps, seeking a