Western

The rocky mesas of Monument Valley march across the harsh unforgiving desert. A relentless sun beats down on gunslingers preparing to draw on the high street of the wild west town at high noon. Saloon doors swing open and the sound of the piano tumbles the sweltering tension with a rollicking rumble of barroom bustle. Past the hitching post to the rustic insides where the whisky flows and the cardsharp deals five aces. A wagon wheel candelabra swings low over the smoky scene and the frontier characters carouse amongst barrels and saddles, cactus and a covered wagon. And after dark out near the bandito campfire, a swirling signorita twirls to the tune from the thrumming guitars of the night.