There are few that do not wish, if only secretly, for one more adventure, one more chance to experience life beyond the rhythms of the everyday. Andrew Cotton was one of these. He had endured forty-six years of troubled mediocrity in Texas but now he was determined not to follow the same path on life's down-hill side. So with a cattle dog he called Chica to keep him company, Drew drove his Jeep out of the back gate of the Running Bar Ranch and headed south to deep Mexico. He was on his way to the land of the ancient Maya to claim his one more adventure.