The Nebraska Sky compliments of Down and Out.
A new minutes later, Elmira fainted again.
"She's too weak," Cholo said.
"Poor thing," Clara said. "I would be too, if I came that far. That baby isn't going to wait for her to get strong."
"No, it's going to kill her," Cholo said.
"Well, then, save it at least," Clara said, feeling so downcast suddenly that she left the room. She got a water bucket and walked out of the house, meaning to get some water for Bob. It was a beautiful morning, light touching the farthest edge of the plains. Clara noticed the beauty and thought it strange that she could still respond to it, tired as she was and with two people dying in her house--perhaps three. But she loved the fine light of the prairie morning; it had resurrected her spirits time after time through the years, when it seemed that dirt and cold and death would crush her. Just to see the light spreading like that, far on toward Wyoming, was her joy. It seemed to put energy into her, make her want to do things.
--Lonesome Dove, by Larry McMurtry
That picture is breathtaking. So, so lovely.
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