Oystercatcher Tide Pools Midwest indigo.

So this is where "west" ended, wasn't it? An endless sea of blue, like a vast lake. A lake that stretched on for miles, and miles, as far as the eye could see. Calahan refused to believe it. He had come from a region where the solution to dire problems was "head west, start anew". This couldn't be the extent of it.

He saw the woman drag herself from the waves. Had she come from the other side? The outlaw approached with a cautious trot. He had questions, a lot of questions. Maybe she had answers.