“He rode with the sun coppering his face and the red wind blowing out of the west across the evening land and the small desert birds flew chittering among the dry bracken and horse and rider and horse passed on and their long shadows passed in tandem like the shadow of a single being. Passed and paled into the darkening land, the world to come.”

I thought this was the perfect image to represent the final lines of the novel. It shows a beautifully red sunset with three horses silhouetted in the foreground. For me, it shows promise of an optimistic, unknown future. (: