Hills. In every other direction, the only break in the night came from yard lights on the scattered ranches.
The sunrise was spectacular when it came.
In the west, the stars were as bright and as profuse as ever; in the east, there was a growing pale light at the knife-edged horizon. Suddenly, with the unexpectedness of a shooting star, there was aflame at the horizon, a flowing golden presence as the world turned into the sun.
The sunlight touched the top of the butte long before it flooded theflatlands, so from the top he could watch the dawn racing toward him, rippling over the empty countryside below. Leo sat with the blanket around his shoulders, his eyes half closed. When the light crossed through the base of the butte, he sighed, turned and looked west, watching the day chase the night into Wyoming.
There was a lot to do.
A lot of talk about the Crows and about Shadow Love.
Legends to build.
Leo said a quick prayer and started down. The last of the stars were going and he looked up at them as he dropped over the crest.
'See you guys,' he said. 'Flatheaded motherfuckers.'
