To see smoke on the horizon in that direction was unusual, though out toward Durango the grassy benches would often burn over.

And these low clouds of smoke resembled those she had seen before.
"It's a long way off," she added.
So she kept on, now and then gazing at the smoke.

As she grew nearer to the first monument she was surprised, then amazed, at its height and surpassing size.

It was mountain-high--a grand tower--smooth, worn, glistening, yellow and red.

The trail she had followed petered out in a deep wash, and beyond that she crossed no more trails.