Search e-Books

The nature of the
desert had changed. Slone had entered a wonderful region, the like of which he
had not seen--a high plateau crisscrossed in every direction by narrow canyons
with red walls a thousand feet high.
And one of the strange turning canyons opened into a vast valley of monuments.
The plateau had weathered and washed away, leaving huge sections of stone
walls, all standing isolated, different in size and shape, but all clean-cut,
bold, with straight lines. They stood up everywhere, monumental, towering,
many-colored, lending a singular and beautiful aspect to the great
green-and-gray valley, billowing away to the north, where dim, broken
battlements mounted to the clouds.
The only living thing in Slone's sight was Wildfire. He shone red down on the
green slope.
Slone's heart swelled. This was the setting for that grand horse--a perfect
wild range. But also it seemed the last place where there might be any chance
to trap the stallion. Still that did not alter Slone's purpose, though it lost
to him the joy of former hopes.


Pages:
127 128 129 130 131 132 133 134 135 136 137 138 139 140 141 142 143 144 145 146 147 148 149 150 151