The High Divide
“Hornaday took the cigar from his mouth and cleared his throat. “You know what they say about the Badlands, don’t you?” Next to him the cowboy Sully was sleeping again, his stubbled chin resting on his chest. The boys, side by side, were sitting across from the two men.
“Nope,” Eli said.
Beyond the window of their car, the earth had fallen away into ancient, cavernous riverbeds, a dream of towers and grotesque castles as far as they could see, a cemetery of fantastic rock in striations o...f pink and red. Yellow, purple, orange.
“The devil’s backyard. Get turned around down there and you never get out. Bottomless gorges and pits of burning lava. I’m just glad we’re up here, floating across.”
Cracking an eye, Sully said, “Myself, I had to go after some curly-sided yearlings that wandered down a dry creek. Heard ’em bellering someplace ahead of me. Never found ’em, but I’m telling you, you could smell roast beef coming out of that smoking brimstone.”MoreLess
“Nope,” Eli said.
Beyond the window of their car, the earth had fallen away into ancient, cavernous riverbeds, a dream of towers and grotesque castles as far as they could see, a cemetery of fantastic rock in striations o...f pink and red. Yellow, purple, orange.
“The devil’s backyard. Get turned around down there and you never get out. Bottomless gorges and pits of burning lava. I’m just glad we’re up here, floating across.”
Cracking an eye, Sully said, “Myself, I had to go after some curly-sided yearlings that wandered down a dry creek. Heard ’em bellering someplace ahead of me. Never found ’em, but I’m telling you, you could smell roast beef coming out of that smoking brimstone.”MoreLess
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