At second glance the place had a certain attraction difficult for her to define.
She could see far, and the view north toward those strange gray-colored symmetrical hills was one that fascinated while it repelled her.

Near at hand the ground sloped down to a large rock-bound lake, perhaps a mile in circumference.

In the distance, along the shore she saw a white conical tent, and blue smoke, and moving gray objects she took for sheep.
The men unpacked and unsaddled the horses, and, hobbling their forefeet together, turned them loose.

Twilight had fallen and each man appeared to be briskly set upon his own task.

Glenn was cutting around the foot of a thickly branched cedar where, he told Carley, he would make a bed for her and Flo.