Excerpt from \"The Gunslinger\" by Stephen King

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Calm reading of the gunslinger, with pages turning for added storybook effect.

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Language

English

Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)

Accents

North American (General)

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the man in black fled across the desert on the gun slinger followed. The desert was the apotheosis of all desserts, huge standing to the sky for what might have been parsecs in all directions. White, blinding, waterless without feature, say, for the faint, cloudy haze of the mountains, which sketch themselves on the horizon. At the Devil Grass, which brought sweet dreams, nightmares, death, an occasional tombstone sign pointed the way. For once, the drifted track that cut its way through the thick crust of Akali had been a highway, and coaches had followed it. The world had moved on since then. The world had emptied. The gun slinger walks stolen Lee not hurrying, not loafing. Ah, hide. Water bag was slung around his middle like a bloated sausage. It was almost full. He had progressed through the calf over many years and how to reach the fifth level on the seventh or eighth. It would not have been thirsty. He could have watched his own body dehydrate with clinical, detached attention, watering his crevices and dark and her Hollows only when his logic totem it must be done. He was not 73 he was 50 so he was thirsty, although he had no particular urge to drink in a vague way. All this pleased him. It was romantic. Below the water bag where his guns finally waited to his hand. The two belts criss crossed above his crotch. The holsters oil too deeply for even this philistine son to crack. The stocks of the guns were Sander would yellow and finally grained. The holsters were tied down with rawhide cord, and I swung. Heavy consists hips, the brass casings of the cartridges looped into the gun belts, twinkled and flash and Helio graft in the sun. The leather made subtle, creaking noises. The guns themselves made no noise. They had spilled blood. There is no need to make noise in the stability of the desert.