A starting line. A roll of the dice. A lucky draw and the royal flush is yours.
The money well will serve you well after you make it out alive from this table. Stand and walk away with your hands in your pockets and eyes like a floor gazer. A shoe starer. eyes wander not unto the desert floor.
Bit linger not to the sky. Only seeing what will be in front of you.
Tumble weeds
And sharp shooters looking for their last fight. Their securing of their legend. Legacies walk down the road and look only for a drinking hole to quench the thirst of a long days working on the railroads.  Building a future.   Building a future