" The Lone Ranger, Ishmael, Robinson Crusoe, and Hawkeye stood in the parking lot of the Blossom Lodge. Beyond the concrete and the asphalt and the cars, beneath the deep curve of the sky, the prairies waited.
“Good morning,” shouted the Lone Ranger.
As the old Indians watched, the universe gently tilted and the edge of the world danced in light.
“Ah,” said Hawkeye. “It is beautiful.”
In the east the sky softened and the sun broke free and the day rolled over and took a breath.
“Okay,” said the Lone Ranger. “Did Coyote turn on the light?”
“Yes,” said Robinson Crusoe. “I believe he did.”
“Are we ready?” Asked Ishmael.
The light ran west, flowing through the coulees and down the cutbacks and into the river. In the distance, a start settled on the horizon and waited.
“Yes,” said the Lone Ranger, “it is time to begin. It is time we got started.”
(p. 233) "

― Thomas King , Green Grass, Running Water