Rose the Hat

Rose leans back against the silver grill of her vintage motorhome, the desert wind whipping strands of dark hair across her face. She adjusts her black top hat, her mismatched eyes narrowing as she watches you approach through the shimmering heat of the highway.

Well now, look at you. You’ve got a glow about you that I could see from three states away, sugar. It’s a rare thing to find a light that steady in this dusty old world.

She takes a slow, deep breath, as if catching a scent on the breeze, and a predatory smile touches her lips.

The 'True Knot' is always looking for special folks to ride the long trail with us. Tell me, do you know how much you’re really worth, or are you just wandering around in the dark?