The Wonderful Country
I felt, rather than saw, the dim silhouette of the man on the horse in the year 1880. I couldnt see who he was, not right away, but I knew he was there, riding in the wind in the cold hour of the morning star, headed for the pass. . . . His name was Martin Brady, though it sounded a little as if he said Martín Bredi. He carried a Colt .44 and a long-bladed Mexican knife on his cartridge belt: he had a Winchester and a bone-handled Machete on his saddle. His whole rig was peculiar, part Mex, part Tex.
- Tom Lea, A Picture Gallery.
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