"She said she wanted to go home, in Colorado just over the line south of Cheyenne."

"'I’ll take you in a bus,' I said. 'No, the bus stops on the hiway and I have to walk across that damned prairie all by myself. I spend all afternoon looking at the damn thing and I don’t aim to walk over it tonight.' 'Ah listen, we’ll take a nice walk in the prairie flowers.' 'There ain’t no flowers there,' she said. 'I want to go to New York, I’m sick and tired of this. Ain’t no place to go but Cheyenne and ain’t nothing in Cheyenne.' 'Ain’t nothing in New York.' 'Hell there ain’t' she said with a curl of her lips."

A reading for today from "On the Road: The Original Scroll," by Jack Kerouac.