Mother sandwich…

Looking over the country with those sunken eyes as if the world out there had been altered or made suspect by what he’d seen of it elsewhere…

As if he might never see it right again…

Or worse did see it right at last…

See it as it had always been, would forever be…

The boy who rode on slightly before him sat a horse not only as if he’d been born to it which he was but as if were he begot by malice or mischance into some queer land where horses never were he would have found them anyway…

Would have known that there was something missing for the world to be right or he right in it and would have set forth to wander wherever it was needed for as long as it took until he came upon one and he would have known that that was what he sought and it would have been…

— in All the Pretty Horses by Cormac McCarthy