Sunday Sentence: Coal Black Horse by Robert Olmstead

Simply put, the best sentence(s) I've read this past week, presented out of context and without commentary.

Insensate, he was drawn against the tide of subtlers and ambulances, the carriages and caissons, the long parade of the hip-shot, the mud-spattered, the blood-dirty, and the slaughter-gutted, the wheeling army of the dead and the dying.  For twenty miles they came against him and the coal black horse in a relentless tide and he rode on without hesitation through their broken and driven ranks.

Coal Black Horse by Robert Olmstead