The Horseman Rode Slowly Toward The West, Stopping Once Or Twice To
Examine The Wide Circle Of The Horizon With Eyes That Were Trained To
Note Every Aspect Of The Wilderness. On His Right The Plains Melted Away
In Gentle Swell After Swell, Until They Met The Horizon. Their Brown
Surface Was Broken Only By The Spiked And Thorny Cactus And Stray Bits
Of Chaparral.
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