And every so often, when the moon rose high, he’d look up the road and remember the boy who once wanted everything.
Then he’d smile, strum a lazy chord, and say softly, “Guess I got it after all.”
Because sometimes, the best kind of fame is being known by the people who actually matter.
And that was the before and after of Eli Cottonwood: a boy who wanted the world, and a man who found it right where he started.
