Horseback riders converged upon the tavern nestled at the outskirts of town as the sun set on the summer's evening. The candlelight flickered off their gold buttons. Nice coats, but crinkled. Coats earned living like entrepreneurs, building not only businesses but entire towns and governments in this new world. Thomas Jefferson’s back ached from sitting at his desk all day, putting last-minute edits on the document that would soon get ratified as the Declaration of Independence.