They always told the tale the same way, like it belonged to the fire more than it belonged to any one mouth.

The tale was as old as the territory itself, passed down through generations like a precious heirloom.

It was a story that belonged to everyone and no one, a shared history woven into the fabric of the land.

Yet, as the years passed, the true origin of the tale seemed to fade, becoming as elusive as the wisp of smoke from a dying fire.

But the spirit of the story remained, a testament to the enduring power of the Colorado Territory and the people who called it home.