by dawn tomorrow or the day after that he would pass into nevada , striking owyhee first and then mountain city , and in mountain city there was a man named christopher bradenton who would see that he had a clean car and some clean papers and then the country would come alive in all its glorious possibilities , a body politic with its network of roads embedded in its skin like marvelous capillaries , ready to take him , the dark speck of foreign matter , anywhere or everywhere - heart , liver , lights , brain .