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The dried gumbo of the prairie, a powder fine as flour, rose in a cloud behind him, filling his mirrors with gray commotion.

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P232

The trailer looked abandoned, as if it had been placed here centuries ago, until it had weathered into the land and become a natural thing.

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P242

…the Badlands, where stone skeletons rose from the land year after year, a rebirth by erosion, an alphabet of bone that, read rightly, told a story stretching back to the endless water of the Bearpaw Sea. In the Badlands the earth became an organ moaning musically and incessantly when the wind was right…

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P359

The land controlled where they could go, and the moved within its maze.