the buzzards are the only spot of movement
and the sun bakes down upon the desert and
the sand throws back the heat like the top of a red hot stove.
.............deeper and deeper into one of the most
awful lands on the face of God's sometimes green earth.
It is a land raw from the furnace of creation,
a land without soil, rock shaped like flame and a sky that
holds no clouds but only a vast and blazing sun.
Louis L'Amour ~ from "Kilkenny"
