Below him the view opened out

Before him the view opened out showing a mighty panorama of rugged mountains and canyons lost in darkness, of forests blasted by lightning and the gray bleached bones of long dead trees. Under the low gray clouds the scene was weirdly somber and majestic. the higher ridges and peaks vanished in the low clouds and before him the wide shelf upon which he rode stretched out, bare and unpromising.

Louis L'Amour (in Radigan)

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