“At sunset he was still wheeling across the plains toward Chamberlain, the sun fiery through the dust and the wide wings of the west going red to saffron to green as he watched, and the horizon ahead of him vast and empty and beckoning like an open gate. At ten o’clock he was still driving, and at twelve. As long as the road rand west he didn’t want to stop, because that was where he was going, west beyond the Dakotas toward home.”
Wallace Stegner, The Big Rock Candy Mounain