o princípio e o fim

"The village of Holcomb stands on the high wheat plains of western Kansas, a lonesome area that other Kansas call 'out there'. Some seventy miles east of the Colorado border, the countryside, with its hard blue skied and desert-clear air, has an atmosphere that is rather more Far West than Middle West. The local accent is barbed with a prairie twang, a ranch-hand nasalness, and the men, many of them, wear narrow frontier trousers, Stetsons and high heeled boots with pointed toes. The land is flat, and the views are awesomely extensive; horses, herds of cattle, a white cluster of grain elevators risisng as gracefully as Greek temples are visible long before a traveler reaches them."

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"‘And nice to have seen you, Sue. Good luck,’ he called to her as she disappeared down the path, a pretty girl in a hurry, her smooth hair swinging, shining - just such a young woman as Nancy might have been. Then, starting home, he walked toward the trees, and under them, leaving behind him the big sky, the whisper of wind voices in the wind-bent wheat."