“Montana, you go fifty-five you never get anywhere. When you do get someplace, it is North Dakota.”
-from The Tumbler, A Gabriel Du Pré Mystery by Peter Bowen (1945-2020), page 4
“Montana, you go fifty-five you never get anywhere. When you do get someplace, it is North Dakota.”
-from The Tumbler, A Gabriel Du Pré Mystery by Peter Bowen (1945-2020), page 4
“The air turned soft. The flowers rioted on the foothills and along the watercourses and clover bloomed. It was the few days between winter and the dusty summer when the earth held water for a moment, People opened the windows of their houses and let air wash through They looked at the beds of iris and the camas lilies, up and brilliant and gone in a week. “
-from Long Son, A Gabriel Du Pré Mystery by Peter Bowen (1945-2020), page 152
“Supposed to be no snow for two days. Hah. This country, it sat out there, breathing, waiting for the winter, like a big white cat and you the mouse.”
-from Coyote Wind, A Gabriel Du Pré Mystery by Peter Bowen (1945-2020), page 124
“He closed the missal, looked out the window at what was left of the day. Not too far back, it was the shortest day of the year. He was some farther north here, the shadows seemed longer, the blue in them colder.”
-from Coyote Wind, A Gabriel Du Pré Mystery by Peter Bowen (1945-2020), page 135