Canyon Run

Weathered oak, blackened iron and a brass wheel worn smooth by a thousand hands. Drop a token and you have the reins of the evening mail coach — six horses at full gallop down a wagon road cut between the red mesas. Boulders come off the canyon walls, rival coaches run the same route for the same purse, and gold spills from a strongbox somewhere ahead of you. Run all five legs and the Postal Society will postmark your own Canyon Run stamp.