It was brown and green, with patches of gold where the sun struck.

She saw her first bird--big blue grouse that whirred up from under her horse, and little checkered gray quail that appeared awkward on the wing.

Several times Roy pointed out deer flashing gray across some forest aisle, and often when he pointed Helen was not quick enough to see.
Helen realized that this ride would make up for the hideous one of yesterday.

So far she had been only barely conscious of sore places and aching bones.

These she would bear with.