For A Few Shillings More
Crusted in sand, they stand in a nameless, abandoned town, guns drawn. The heat radiates off the brims of their hats as sweat forms on their upper lips. It never should have come to this, a standoff sparked by whose turn it was to buy the next round.
Somber amber malts bring their depth of flavor to an otherwise refreshing brew. Toasty, cracker-like tones meld into touches of burnt sugar and orchard fruits for a thirst-quenching pint that might be worth losing a fight over.