Miles of open road, a half-full tank, and no place to be. The desert moves at its own pace, and so does she. The sun dips low, the air turns crisp, and the only thing left is to sit back, sip slow, and let the dust settle where it may.
When you’re lost in the Galactic West, ridin’ a horse named Jupiter in the asteroid belt, a laser-proof sidekick is all you need to stay on the straight and narrow. Fair warning.