..... the rich valley rested undisturbed, darkly, luxuriously. Like some benevolent giant resting until the last possible moment for the day's prodigious labors. It clung to the darkness; and the dim lights of the train stood back against the night, satisfied with their own dominion. The long station platform was a brown field of plank, harrowed with age and drought and rain.
Heed the Thunder
Jim Thompson circa 1940s