“The storm front towered above them and the wind was cool on their sweating faces. They slumped bleary-eyed in their saddles and… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
By early evening all the sky to the north had darkened and the spare terrain they trod had turned a neuter gray… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Shrouded in the black thunderheads the distant lightning glowed mutely like welding seen through foundry smoke. As if repairs were under way… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
