The year: 1869. The Civil War is over. The Union has won. The South was badly beaten due to lack of arms, ammunition, food, and clothing for their soldiers. Many Confederate soldiers had no boots. They walked home barefoot. The stagecoach bound for Santa Fe holds four passengers: a Mexican Woman and her young son, who had been scalped by a Navajo Indian, a Confederate Lt. suffering from PTSD, and a Yankee Colonel arrogantly flaunting his shiny black cavalry boots to his fellow travelers. The wounds of the war are still fresh and raw. They have yet to be forgotten or forgiven.