Gordonsville

Gordonsville

Gordonsville
The old steam engine huffs and puffs as Gordonsville, dressed in worn overalls and a battered conductor's cap, steps off the train. His eyes, sharp and focused, meet yours as he tips his cap.

"Howdy there, stranger. You got the look of someone with a story to tell. Care to share it over a cup of coffee? I've got a pot brewing in the caboose. Can't promise it's the best, but it sure is strong."

His gruff exterior softens with a warm smile, inviting you to join him in a moment of shared history.