“Once, he’d heard somebody claim that there was no dawn equal to an early dawn in the high desert country. At the time he thought it was a shameless brag, but how to tell? He’d never been to the desert, and wasn’t planning to. He looked east to the Andes: that sky would be hard to beat he told himself, desert or no desert—red scratches, a few deep red, some almost purple on a background still mostly dark. Arturo wasn’t a big card player, yet he played enough to know that in poker terms this was a royal flush, and he for one, would bet heavy with these cards against any other hand.”
From Cuco, book 1 in the Cuco series.