Mother Night

Clint and Doc left and all I got for company is a bored horse and a darkness so blind it can't even see its own stars.
But that don't matter none. Not when Mother Night rises up over an evening like this. It's marvellous the way she makes distant mountains disappear, just like in a dream. Many people would work and toil for years, digging and sweating and hurting to make mountains disappear and they'd get nowhere: them mountains would stand there still, big as ever. But Mother Night does it in an hour.
We live in a magical world.