Lone Rider Blend - A Cowboy Style Coffee

Roast: Dark & Medium Blend

Lone Rider Blend is the perfect balance of grit and smoothness, just like the cowboys who tamed the frontier. With a bold mix of dark and medium-roasted beans, this blend delivers a rich, full-bodied cup with notes of cocoa, caramel, and vanilla. Strong enough to fuel a long ride yet smooth enough to savor by the fire, it’s a brew for those who ride their own trail and never look back.

Lone Rider Campfire Cinnamon Coffee

A bold cowboy brew with a hint of smoky cinnamon warmth.

Ingredients:

• 1 ½ cups brewed Lone Rider Blend coffee
• ½ tsp ground cinnamon
• 1 tbsp brown sugar or raw honey
• ¼ cup warm whole milk or oat milk
• Pinch of smoked sea salt (optional, for a deeper campfire feel)
• Cinnamon stick for garnish

Instructions:

1. Brew a strong cup of Lone Rider Blend coffee.
2. Stir in cinnamon, brown sugar (or honey), and smoked sea salt.
3. Pour in warm milk and stir until combined.
4. Garnish with a cinnamon stick and enjoy by the fire or under the stars.

Lone Rider Campfire Cinnamon Coffee: The Coffee That Tamed the Night Riders

The frontier had plenty of legends—outlaws, wild mustangs, ghost towns—but none were as fearsome as the Night Riders of Black Hollow.

They came when the moon was high, faces hidden beneath wide-brimmed hats, horses black as the abyss, stealing cattle, burning homesteads, and vanishing into the night before a single shot could be fired.

The law couldn’t stop them. The ranchers couldn’t track them. And soon enough, folks started sayin’ they weren’t men at all, but spirits of old outlaws, doomed to haunt the West forever.

But there was one person who didn’t believe in ghost stories—and that was Clementine "Clem" Hart.

The Cowgirl Who Feared Nothing

Now, Clem wasn’t like the other ranchers. She’d been raised in the saddle, tough as saddle leather, sharp as a bowie knife, and about as patient as a rattler in the sun.

When the Night Riders took her cattle, her land, and left her neighbors shaking in their boots, Clem didn’t run.

She brewed herself a strong pot of Lone Rider Campfire Cinnamon Coffee, took one slow sip, and said, "Guess it’s time I put these ghosts to rest."

A Plan Built on Coffee and Grit

Clem knew she couldn’t outgun a gang that disappeared into thin air. But she didn’t need bullets—she needed bait.

So she did something no sane rancher would ever do—she drove what was left of her herd straight into Black Hollow Canyon, the very place the Night Riders were said to come from.

Then, she built herself a small fire, brewed a fresh pot of Lone Rider Campfire Cinnamon Coffee, and waited.

The Ghosts Ride In

The moment the coffee’s rich, smoky aroma mixed with the spice of cinnamon and the warmth of honey, Clem heard the first hoofbeats echo through the canyon.

Then came the shadows. Ten riders, faceless in the moonlight, their horses silent as death.

One of them, taller than the rest, stepped forward. "You’re either brave or foolish, woman," he said, his voice cold as a winter storm.

Clem didn’t flinch. She poured herself a tin cup of coffee, took a slow sip, and smirked.

"Reckon I’m both," she said. "Question is, which one are you?"

The leader tilted his head. "What do you mean?"

Clem poured another cup, held it out, and smiled. "If you’re real men, you won’t turn down a good cup of coffee."

The Night Riders hesitated.

The Coffee That Unmasked the Outlaws

Slowly, the leader took the cup, lifted it to his lips, and froze.

The strong, smoky Lone Rider Blend hit first—bold as a gunfighter at high noon. Then came the sweet burn of cinnamon, mixing with the warmth of honey, smooth as a desert sunset.

His shoulders tensed. His breath caught. A bead of sweat dripped from beneath his mask.

Then, without warning—he tore the mask from his face.

And just like that, the spell was broken.

The Night Riders weren’t ghosts at all—they were men. Cowards who had used the legend of Black Hollow to scare off anyone who might fight back.

But Clem Hart? She wasn’t scared of shadows.

Before the leader could reach for his gun, she threw the scalding coffee right in his face.

The Night Riders Ride No More

The gang scattered like tumbleweeds in a dust storm, ridin’ off faster than they’d ever come.

By the time dawn broke, not a single outlaw remained.

Clem saddled up, took one last sip of her coffee, and rode back into town, her herd safe, her land untouched, and a new legend trailing in her wake—the cowgirl who drank coffee with ghosts and sent them running.

The Legacy of Lone Rider Campfire Cinnamon Coffee

After that, folks never feared the Night Riders again. But they never forgot Clementine Hart, either.

And every time the wind howled through Black Hollow, folks brewed up a strong pot of Lone Rider Campfire Cinnamon Coffee, took a slow sip, and tipped their hat to the woman who tamed the night with nothing but grit, a hot cup of coffee, and a whole lot of nerve.

So next time you find yourself up against shadows, real or imagined, pour yourself a cup of Lone Rider Campfire Cinnamon Coffee.

Because sometimes, all it takes to face the dark… is the right coffee in your cup.