Their faces were foreign like the town ; brown Mexican faces, and their voices, unaccompanied, were like a heaven choir. He didn't care about that. He hadn't come here to pray ; he'd come to keep his eye on a rat. He wasn't going to be sucked in by holiness.
Ride the Pink Horse
Dorothy B Hughes
1946
Hopperesque
Wednesday, 18 February 2026
Like the Town
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