“As they approached the cantina one of the men from inside appeared in the doorway like a bloody apparition. he had been scalped and the blood was all run down into his eyes and he was holding shut a huge hole in this chest where a pink froth breathed in and out. One of the citizens laid a hand on his shoulder. A dónde vas? he said. A casa, said the man.” WarViolenceBlood MeridianScalping Book:Blood Meridian, or, the Evening Redness in the West Source: Blood Meridian, or, the Evening Redness in the West