Sundown Slim (Esprios Classics)
Knibbs, Henry Herbert Across the wide, sun-swept mesas the steel trail of the railroad runs east and west, diminishing at either end to a shimmering blur of silver. South of the railroad these level immensities, rich in their season with ripe bunch-grass and grama-grass roll up to the barrier of the far blue hills of spruce and pine. The red, ragged shoulders of buttes blot the sky-line here and there, wind-worn and grotesque silhouettes of gigantic fortifications,...