Δευτέρα 13 Ιουλίου 2020
An aging cowhand in faded blue denim with a tobacco tag hanging from his breast-pocket, his face seamed with years, weather, kindness, and irony. The town drunk; his face was a mirror for lost illusions, his eyes hungry with hope, his boots worn, and the old hands trembling. The solid, square-built rancher with new heels on his boots and an air of belligerent prosperity and affluence. The bartender, slightly bald back of the plastered black hair above a smooth, ageless face and brow. The wise, cold eyes and the deft, active hands.
Louis L’Amour, “The Collected Short Stories Of, Volume 2 - Frontier Stories”, Bantam Books New York, 2014, ISBN: 978-0-8041-7972-0, “Strange Pursuit”, page 443.