"Go back west, and be happy? Say, you don't think I like it out there, do you?"
"But I thought . . ."
"You've never lived through a Wyoming winter," Rose Keeley told her savagely. "Snowdrifts up to your armpits, blizzards three days a week, and mail about twice a month. You've never lived a day's drive from the nearest town, where you can't buy anything or go anywhere or have any fun! I hate it, I tell you!"
(from Murder On Wheels, by Stuart Palmer)
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