Zane Grey,
The Rainbow Trail — III. Kayenta
(1915)
“ Shefford's sweeping eyes appeared to take in everything at once—the crude stone structures with their earthen roofs, the piles of dirty wool, the Indians lolling around, the tents, and wagons, and horses, little lazy burros and dogs, and scattered everywhere saddles, blankets, guns, and packs. ”
Zane Grey,
The Rainbow Trail — III. Kayenta
(1915)
“ He traced the white-bordered little stream that made the pool in the corral, and when he came to where it oozed out of the sand under the bluff he decided that was not the spring which had made Kayenta famous. Presently down below the trading-post he saw a trough from which burros were drinking. Here he found the spring, a deep well of eddying water walled in by stones, and the overflow made a shallow stream meandering away between its borders of alkali, like a crust of salt. Shefford tasted the water. ”
Zane Grey,
The Rainbow Trail — III. Kayenta
(1915)
“ That night after supper, when Withers and Shefford sat alone before the blazing logs in the huge fireplace, the trader laid his hand on Shefford's and said, with directness and force:"I've lived my life in the desert. I've met many men and have been a friend to most.... You're no prospector or trader or missionary?" ”
