RepRanch

Long ago, when lightning split the desert sky on the summer solstice, a bolt struck the land now called RepRanch. Hummingbirds by the hundreds and quail by the dozens danced through the storm, cross-pollinating Mesquite and Ocotillo. From their union bloomed a rare mizquitl, its smoke sweet as an Arizona sunset, with whispers of creosote and prickly pear. Gila monsters arrived soon after—guardians or gardeners, no one knows.