A man on a worn-out grey horse reined in in which a dim livestock-path dropped into a gulch, and regarded behind him. Nothing changed into in sight. He 1/2 closed his eyes and searched the horizon. No, there was nothing—just the identical antique sand and sage-brush, hills, more sand and sage-brush, after which to the west and north the spur of the Rockies, whose jagged peaks have been white with a clean fall of snow. The wind changed into relax. He shivered, and looked to the eastward. For the previous few hours he had felt snow in the air, and now he could see it in the dim, grey mist—still some distance off, however creeping toward him.
A man on a worn-out grey horse reined in in which a dim livestock-path dropped into a gulch, and regarded behind him. Nothing changed into in sight. He 1/2 closed his eyes and searched the horizon. No, there was nothing—just the identical antique sand and sage-brush, hills, more sand and sage-brush, after which to the west and north the spur of the Rockies, whose jagged peaks have been white with a clean fall of snow. The wind changed into relax. He shivered, and looked to the eastward. For the previous few hours he had felt snow in the air, and now he could see it in the dim, grey mist—still some distance off, however creeping toward him.