12oz | Ground or Whole |Ships in Burlap Bag
The last arrow thudded into the back of the stagecoach as they careened down the twisted mountain trail. The cowboy turned his head. He watched the braves turn their horses as they lost interest. When the coach stopped for the night, his nerves still jumped around like so many jackrabbits. This was not the time for his normal Central American brew. Days such as this were made for decaffeinated coffee from the Urubamba Valley in Peru. He and the stage driver enjoyed the sweet plum notes of the brew as their heartbeats returned to normal.