The sun was setting behind the Black Range, shedding a golden glory over the Basin.

Westward the zigzag Rim reached like a streamer of fire into the sun.

The vast promontories jutted out with blazing beacon lights upon their stone-walled faces.
Deep down, the Basin was turning shadowy dark blue, going to sleep for the night.
Ellen bent swift steps toward her camp.

Long shafts of gold preceded her through the forest.

Then they paled and vanished.