The West, according to Elsa
Elsa Dutton: “When I looked out over this land, I only saw the freedom it promised. I knew nothing of the horror that hides in freedom’s shadow.”
Elsa Dutton: “The world doesn’t care if you die. It won’t listen to your screams. If you bleed on the ground, the ground will drink it. It doesn’t care that you’re cut.”
Elsa Dutto, after firing several bullets into a bandit who harmed someone close: “Maybe killing this man will get my eyes back. Maybe it won’t. But I chose to find out.”
Elsa Dutton, of the Great Plains: “To know it, you must walk it. Bleed into its dirt. Drown in its rivers. Then it’s name becomes clear. It is hell. And there are demons everywhere.”
Elsa Dutton, as the wagon train recovers from a tornado: “I haven’t thought once of Oregon. No dreams of the ocean or snow-covered mountains. I only dream of the journey. That is all. No gold for me. Just the rainbow.”
Elsa Dutton, of her decision to stay on the Plains: “I understood my mother’s worry. My choices made no sense in her world … To import the traditions of the place you fled, the place that failed you, is to condemn the place you seek to the same failures.”
Elsa Dutton, as the wagon train heads toward the mountains: “If land can have emotions, this land hates. It hates us. And everyone can feel it.”
Elsa: “To survive the frontier, you must learn to recognize those who won’t. And be wary of their doomed decisions. They’re to be avoided at all costs. Because their fear is tragedy’s closest cousin. And tragedy is contagious in this place.”
Elsa: “There is a moment where your dreams and your memories merge together and form a perfect world. That is heaven. And each heaven is unique. It is the world of you.”
Elsa, aka Lightning Golden Hair: “My heaven is filled with good horses and open plains and wild cattle and a man who loves me. It is always sunrise in my world. And there are no storms. I’m the only lightning.”