Starglow Basin Rojo

The evening shadows had grown long. The sound of musical bugs became more prominent, sounding out from the rocks and the brush like a sideshow act. Juárez had ventured ahead of his brother, only a few miles. His intentions were to scope the southern territories for signs of the plantlife he would need.

When the man saw the plump cacti growing in batches, round and small, he snickered.

Peyote, peyote, he hummed aloud, sniffing at the base of the plants before plucking one out with a tender mouth. They were known to cause visions, images that were not there. If he could combine them with the other herbs he carried, Juárez would have a cocktail designed to daze any who partook.