Outlaws Need Sleep Too... 4oz Jar

Lavender rolls in low - cool sagebrush wind, cutting through dust and heat. The only soft thing left in these badlands.

Cedar kicks up next - rough, sun-bleached cedar, saddle worn leather and blackened by smoke.

Black pepper snaps hard - dry lightning crack, raw spice stinging the nostrils, the last jolt of fight before the body quits.

Hard living. Harder Rest.

Boots still on.

Sleep hits like a wanted man hitting dirt - fast, heavy, no regrets.