Here riding bucking horses was the order of the day.

It might be rough, but this was a rough country.
It was a day of undue humidity--and the Eagle Mountains were pyramids of blue smoke.

Closer at hand the roofs of Glosterville shone in the fierce sun and between the village and the mountains the open fields shimmered with rising heat waves.

A hardy landscape meant only for a hardy people.
"One can't adopt a country," thought Marianne, "it's the country that does the adopting.

If I'm not pleased by what pleases other people in the West, I'd better leave the ranch to Lew Hervey and go back East." This was extraordinarily straight-from-the-shoulder thinking but all the way out to the scene of the festivities she pondered quietly.