Wcc3 detroit7/23/2023 ![]() ![]() Brown cows nibbled at their shadows on the open range. Keel-dee-a! Keel-dee-a! The surface of the land was as busy as a rough sea - it broke in sandstone outcrops, low buttes, ragged bluffs, hollow combers of bleached clay, and was fissured with waterless creek beds, ash-white, littered with boulders. ![]() For gulls, there were killdeer plovers, crying out their name as they wheeled and skidded on the wind. A warm westerly blew over the prairie, making waves, and when I wound down the window I heard it growl in the dry grass like surf. The ocean was hardly more solitary than this empty country, where in forty miles or so I hadn’t seen another vehicle. BREASTING THE REGULAR SWELLS OF LAND, on a red dirt road as true as a line of longitude, the car was like a boat at sea. ![]()
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