Story
The moon is an oxblood silver, carved from the heavens. - Dolan Geiman
There is a peace that descends from the western sky at night. It drapes the landscape in an azure blanket as the night-birds cry out from somewhere down in the arroyo. The moon is an oxblood sliver carved from the heavens, whose glow reflects from the red desert rocks, lighting the way for the lone rider, the night scout.