All The Pretty Horses (The Border Trilogy, #1)

by Cormac McCarthy

This is still good country. Yeah. I know it is. But it aint my country. He rose and turned and looked off toward the north where the lights of the city hung over the desert. Then he walked out and picked up the reins and mounted his horse and rode up and caught the Blevins horse by its halter. Catch your horse, he said. Or else he’ll follow me. Rawlins walked out and caught the horse and stood holding it. Where is your country? he said. I dont know, said John Grady. I dont know where it is. I dont know what happens to country. Rawlins didnt answer. I’ll see you old pardner, said John Grady. All right. I’ll see you. He stood holding his horse while the rider turned and rode out and dropped slowly down the skyline. He squatted on his heels so as to watch him a little while longer but after a while he was gone.