"They rode through the mounting heat of the summer morning in silence save for the periodic spat of the old woman’s snuff and the constant wooden trundling of the wagon, a sound so labored and remorseless as should have spoken something more than mere progress upon the earth’s surface."
Good writing. It's so obnoxious how a good writer can use a few words and build a perfect image in your head.
Cormac McCarthy does it all pretty like too.
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