Ask AI3: What is The?
The easiest thing would be to sell out to Al Budd and leave the country, but there was a stubborn streak in him that wouldn't allow it.
The boy came on to the porch and sat down, his gaze on Morgan as if half expecting him to shoot and not really caring.
The two horses broke from the yard, from the circle of light cast by the lamp still burning in the house, into the darkness.
The moon had sunk below the black crest of the mountains and the land, seen through eyes that had grown accustomed to the absence of light, looked primeval, as if no man had ever trespassed before.
The silence oppressed him, made him bend low over the horse's neck as if to hide from a wind that had begun to blow far away and was twisting slowly through the darkness in its slow search.
The wan light spread over the ground and the valley revealed in the first glimmer the contours of trees and fences and palely shadowed gullies.
The two men whipped their horses into town and flung themselves up the steps of the saloon, crying their intelligence.
The clouds parted and hard gashes of sunlight swooped down to stain the earth with streaks of white and gold light so that the shadows of the running horses flowed like dark streams over the dazzling snow.