Snap! went the tire; the wheel swerved and pitched over.

The Angel rolled into the thick yellow dust of the road and lay quietly.
From afar, Duncan began to notice a strange, dust-covered object in the road, as he headed toward town with the first load of the day's felling.
He chirruped to the bays and hurried them all he could.

As he neared the Angel, he saw it was a woman and a broken wheel.

He was beside her in an instant.

He carried her to a shaded fence-corner, stretched her on the grass, and wiped the dust from the lovely face all dirt-streaked, crimson, and bearing a startling whiteness around the mouth and nose.
Wheels were common enough.