![]() ![]() He had progressed through the khef over many years, and had reached perhaps the fifth level. A hide waterbag was slung around his middle like a bloated sausage. He passed the miles stolidly, not hurrying, not loafing. ![]() It passed and, like the world upon whose hide he walked, he moved on. The gunslinger had been struck by a momentary dizziness, a kind of yawing sensation that made the entire world seem ephemeral, almost a thing that could be looked through. An occasional tombstone sign pointed the way, for once the drifted track that cut its way through the thick crust of alkali had been a highway. It was white and blinding and waterless and without feature save for the faint, cloudy haze of the mountains which sketched themselves on the horizon and the devil-grass which brought sweet dreams, nightmares, death. The desert was the apotheosis of all deserts, huge, standing to the sky for what looked like eternity in all directions. The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed. THE GUNSLINGER CHAPTER 1 The Gunslinger I ![]()
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