Whiskey, grits, and demon spittle
Tossed into my iron griddle
With the tannin' of our hides
Something wicked this way rides.
On December 15th, 1871, dark and terrifying mists rolled down the Mississippi, cutting off the East from the Western United States. Similar mists divided Canada, no one comes back after riding more than a day south of the Rio Grande, and sailing into the west is impossible.... [click here for more]