There was a special feeling as the wind blew across those miles of grass, a wind so cool, so deep down inside you that every breath of it was like a drink of cool water.”                     –Louis L’Amour  (The Sky-Liners)        “In whose hand…

Only when we can no longer strive in the battle for earthly honors or material wealth, do we turn to the unseen but more enduring things of life; and, with ears deafened by the din of selfish war and cruel violence, and eyes blinded by the glare of passing pomp and folly, we strive to…

It was a land of splintered peaks, of deep, dry gorges, of barren mesas burnt by the suns of a million torrid summers.  The normal condition of it was warfare.  Life here had to protect itself with a tough, callous rind, to attack with a swift, deadly sting.  Only the fit survived.”      …