They used to say the American West was the last great frontier—wide open plains, untamed wilderness, and endless skies. Folks packed up their lives in wagons and headed west with dreams of land, liberty, and maybe a little gold dust in their pockets. Then, before we even got done telling those tales, someone pointed to the stars and said, "That’s the real final frontier."

Now I don’t know about you, but I’ve got to wonder—what happens when they strike gold up there? What happens when someone finds a chunk of moon rock that’s worth more than every head of cattle in Texas? What happens when we start laying claim to dusty little planets the way we once did dusty little towns? You can bet someone’ll set up a saloon in low gravity, start dealin’ cards in zero-G, and next thing you know, we’ll be back to shootouts and shady dealings—just with space suits instead of spurs.

So I say, saddle up and hold onto your hats—'cause whether it's Mars or some moon on the edge of the galaxy, it won’t be long before the pioneers, the misfits, and the restless spirits are blazing new trails across the stars.

So here we go… TO SPACE!