
The city's answer wasn't a fence. It was a person.
Freight trains ran straight down the middle of Tenth Avenue, hauling everything a hungry city needed through streets thick with people. The cargo was precious. The street was chaos.
So the West Side Cowboys rode out front of every train, a red flag by day, a red lantern by night, clearing the way and making sure the cargo, and every soul around it, made it through.
We built the next one. And this time, there's one for everyone.





