ruddy-brown

Updated: June 24, 2025

And out a runway through this growth a man suddenly scuttled in a way that reminded Daylight of a rabbit. He was a little man, in patched overalls; bareheaded, with a cotton shirt open at the throat and down the chest. The sun was ruddy-brown in his face, and by it his sandy hair was bleached on the ends to peroxide blond. He signed to Daylight to halt, and held up a letter.

Jack London - Burning Daylight