The Purdzilla Show

Photo by Laura Lefurgey-Smith on Unsplash The morning was still and cold. Below him the tops of trees were like islands in the mist rising from the forest, a thick fog like the smoke of leaf fires.  (Louis L'Amour in The Outlaws of Mesquite )

Photo by Cayetano Gil on Unsplash There was no sound but that of the horse's hooves and the creak of saddle leather. The black brush turned to green, the last stars faded, and the ridges stood out sharp and clear in the morning light. Louis L'Amour (in Silver Canyon )

Before him the view opened out showing a mighty panorama of rugged mountains and canyons lost in darkness, of forests blasted by lightning and the gray bleached bones of long dead trees. Under the low gray clouds the scene was weirdly somber and majestic. the higher ridges and peaks vanished in the low clouds and before him the wide shelf upon which he rode stretched out, bare and unpromising. Louis L'Amour (in Radigan )