The Notch opened wide.

It was a rugged, stony pass, but with level and open trail, and Venters and Bess ran the blacks through it.

An old trail led off to the right, taking the line of the wall, and his Venters knew to be the trail mentioned by Lassiter.
The little hamlet, Glaze, a white and green patch in the vast waste of purple, lay miles down a slope much like the Cottonwoods slope, only this descended to the west.

And miles farther west a faint green spot marked the location of Stone Bridge.

All the rest of that world was seemingly smooth, undulating sage, with no ragged lines of canyons to accentuate its wildness.
"Bess, we're safe--we're free!" said Venters.