Notes
"Evening took a long time getting to Lonesome Dove, but when it came it was a comfort. For most of the hours of the day - and most of the months of the year - the sun had the town trapped deep in dust, far out in the chaparral flats, a heaven for snakes and horned toads, roadrunners and stinging lizards, but a hell for pigs and Tennesseans. There was not even a respectable shade tree within twenty or thirty miles[.]" - Lonesome Dove; Larry McMurtry
A love letter to the dirty, dusty old west
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