Every rider on the sage will hear that thunder with glad ears." Venters and Bess finished their simple meal and the few tasks around the camp, then faced the open terrace, the valley, and the west, to watch and await the approaching storm.
It required keen vision to see any movement whatever in the purple clouds.

By infinitesimal degrees the dark cloud-line merged upward into the golden-red haze of the afterglow of sunset.

A shadow lengthened from under the western wall across the valley.

As straight and rigid as steel rose the delicate spear-pointed silver spruces; the aspen leaves, by nature pendant and quivering, hung limp and heavy; no slender blade of grass moved.

A gentle splashing of water came from the ravine.