He put the past behind him easily.

Before him small grasshoppers arose in clapping, buzzing clouds.

Prairie dogs squeaked and frisked and dived needlessly into their dens.

Hawks sailed like kites in the glorious, golden, hazy air, and on the firm sod the feet of his pony steadily drummed.

Once a band of antelope crossed a swale, running in silence, jerkily, like a train of some singular automatons, moved by sudden, uneven impulses of power.