While he huddled close to the radiator that was beginning to hiss and rumble encouragingly, he glanced rapidly over the meagerly described scenes which were to his imagination so full of color.
"Pam.

bleak mesa--snow--cattle drifting before wind.

Dale and Johnny dis.
riding to foreground.Reg.

cold--horses leg-weary--boys all in--" To Luck, sitting there in his pajamas as close as he could get to a slow-warming steam radiator, those curtailed sentences projected his mental self into a land of cold and snow and biting wind, where the cattle drifted dismally before the storm.

Andy Green and Miguel Rapponi were riding slowly toward him on shuffling horses as bone-weary as their masters.