The Big Sky: Teton River
Boone dropped off Poky and bellied down and drank, feeling the water flowing cool and sweet on his lips, seeing down in it as clear as air…. A pretty little river. Pretty country. And the world empty and seeming to be dying to men. Maybe that was the way of it, that Indians and white men should die and the country go back to what it was before….
“Nigh time to camp,” Jim said as they rode on, and at the same time Poordevil straightened and pointed. Ahead of them, through a screen of cottonwoods, a feather of smoke was rising. (247-248)
Guthrie, A.B., Jr. The Big Sky. Boston, Houghton Mifflin, 2002.