Lastly he looked at the face so caved and drawn among the folds of funeral cloth, the yellowed moustache, the eyelids pa — Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses
Lastly he looked at the face so caved and drawn among the folds of funeral cloth, the yellowed moustache, the eyelids pa — Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses
Lastly he looked at the face so caved and drawn among the folds of funeral cloth, the yellowed moustache, the eyelids pa — Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses
Lastly he looked at the face so caved and drawn among the folds of funeral cloth, the yellowed moustache, the eyelids pa — Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses
Lastly he looked at the face so caved and drawn among the folds of funeral cloth, the yellowed moustache, the eyelids pa — Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses
Lastly he looked at the face so caved and drawn among the folds of funeral cloth, the yellowed moustache, the eyelids pa — Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses
Lastly he looked at the face so caved and drawn among the folds of funeral cloth, the yellowed moustache, the eyelids pa — Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses
Lastly he looked at the face so caved and drawn among the folds of funeral cloth, the yellowed moustache, the eyelids pa — Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses
Lastly he looked at the face so caved and drawn among the folds of funeral cloth, the yellowed moustache, the eyelids pa — Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses
Lastly he looked at the face so caved and drawn among the folds of funeral cloth, the yellowed moustache, the eyelids pa — Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses
Lastly he looked at the face so caved and drawn among the folds of funeral cloth, the yellowed moustache, the eyelids pa — Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses
Lastly he looked at the face so caved and drawn among the folds of funeral cloth, the yellowed moustache, the eyelids pa — Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses
Lastly he looked at the face so caved and drawn among the folds of funeral cloth, the yellowed moustache, the eyelids pa — Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses
Lastly he looked at the face so caved and drawn among the folds of funeral cloth, the yellowed moustache, the eyelids pa — Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses
Lastly he looked at the face so caved and drawn among the folds of funeral cloth, the yellowed moustache, the eyelids pa — Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses
Lastly he looked at the face so caved and drawn among the folds of funeral cloth, the yellowed moustache, the eyelids pa — Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses
Lastly he looked at the face so caved and drawn among the folds of funeral cloth, the yellowed moustache, the eyelids pa — Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses
Lastly he looked at the face so caved and drawn among the folds of funeral cloth, the yellowed moustache, the eyelids pa — Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses
Lastly he looked at the face so caved and drawn among the folds of funeral cloth, the yellowed moustache, the eyelids pa — Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses
Lastly he looked at the face so caved and drawn among the folds of funeral cloth, the yellowed moustache, the eyelids pa — Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses
Lastly he looked at the face so caved and drawn among the folds of funeral cloth, the yellowed moustache, the eyelids pa — Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses
Lastly he looked at the face so caved and drawn among the folds of funeral cloth, the yellowed moustache, the eyelids pa — Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses
Lastly he looked at the face so caved and drawn among the folds of funeral cloth, the yellowed moustache, the eyelids pa — Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses
Lastly he looked at the face so caved and drawn among the folds of funeral cloth, the yellowed moustache, the eyelids pa — Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses
Lastly he looked at the face so caved and drawn among the folds of funeral cloth, the yellowed moustache, the eyelids pa — Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses
Lastly he looked at the face so caved and drawn among the folds of funeral cloth, the yellowed moustache, the eyelids pa — Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses
Lastly he looked at the face so caved and drawn among the folds of funeral cloth, the yellowed moustache, the eyelids pa — Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses
Lastly he looked at the face so caved and drawn among the folds of funeral cloth, the yellowed moustache, the eyelids pa — Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses
Lastly he looked at the face so caved and drawn among the folds of funeral cloth, the yellowed moustache, the eyelids pa — Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses
Lastly he looked at the face so caved and drawn among the folds of funeral cloth, the yellowed moustache, the eyelids pa — Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses
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Lastly he looked at the face so caved and drawn among the folds of funeral cloth, the yellowed moustache, the eyelids paper thin. That was not sleeping. That was not sleeping.

— Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses
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