Willa Cather

"I wanted to walk straight on through the red grass and over the edge of the world, which could not be very far away. The light and air abot me told me that the world ended here: only the ground and sun and sky were left, and if one went a little farther there would only be sun and sky, and one would float off into them, like the tawny hawks which sailed over our heads making slow shadows on the grass."

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Source: Zane Grey, Max Brand, Owen Wister, James Fenimore Cooper, B. M. Bower (2017). “60 WESTERNS: Cowboy Adventures, Yukon & Oregon Trail Tales, Famous Outlaws, Gold Rush Adventures & much more: Riders of the Purple Sage, The Night Horseman, The Last of the Mohicans, Rimrock Trail, The Hidden Children, The Law of the Land, Heart of the West, A Texas Cow-Boy, The Prairie…”, p.6441, e-artnow

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Willa Cather

Willa Cather

Novelist, Short Story Writer

Willa Cather was an American novelist known for her vivid portrayals of life on the Great Plains, particularly in works like 'My Ántonia'.

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