Are you walking into a dusty west Texas town with one hand resting on the butt of your revolver and the other hand resting on the butt of an amazonian woman? Is there a little bit of dust and tobacco in your spit? Are you about to shoot some bad men, artfully return your pistol to its resting place on your hip, then jump on your horse and ride to the vanishing point? Is there music playing? That music is Red Moon Rising by Christin Nelson.
Favorite track: Red Moon Rising.