“Three thousand and two hundred miles,” he said, “over a plain, a desert and three mountain chains and any and all the rain that feels like fallin down.
“First we’ve got to go three thousand and two hundred miles,” sighed Slim, and I remembered that later. “Three thousand and two hundred miles,” he said, “over a plain, a desert and three mountain chains and any and all the rain that feels like fallin down. Praise the Lord.”
