William H. Gass, "The Pedersen Kid," In the Heart of the Heart of the Country

He'd gone off this way yet there was nothing now to show he'd gone; nothing like a bump of black in a trough or an arm or leg sticking out of the side of a bank like a branch had blown down or a horse's head uncovered like a rock; nowhere Pedersen's fences had kept bare he might be lying huddled with the horse on its haunches by him; nothing even in the shadows shrinking while I watched to take for something hard and not of snow and once alive.