Carley understood now what had been told her about this peak.

Volcanic fires had thrown up a colossal mound of cinders burned forever to the hues of the setting sun.

In every light and shade of day it held true to its name.

Farther north rose the bold bulk of the San Francisco Peaks, that, half lost in the clouds, still dominated the desert scene.

Then as Carley gazed the rifts began to close.