@Shefford halted his tired horse and gazed around with slowly realizing eyes.
A long slope of sage rolled down to Red Lake, a dry red basin, bare and shiny. It was a hollow sunk in the desert, a bleak and lonely door to the vast, wild, and broken hills beyond.
For days now, Shefford had ridden the wild, bare flats and climbed the rocky desert benches. He had plodded steadily onward, but he always felt the horizon was out of reach in the distance.
But a hundred miles of desert travel, with its mistakes and lessons and hints of what lay beyond had not prepared him for what he saw now. Before him lay a world that seemed built entirely of greatness. Shefford looked at it with awe and wonder, his mind detached from any conscious thought. Then that dark and unknown land seemed to cloud, as if to warn him not to search for what lay hidden beyond the towering ranges. But Shefford thrilled with both fear and elation. This was the country that had been described to him. Far across the red valley, far beyond the ragged line of black mesa and yellow range, lay the wild canyon with its haunting secret.
He was faced with a choice. He could either enter the unknown to seek and find that secret, or he could turn back and always be haunted by his lack of knowledge. A friend's strange story had prompted his journey, and a beautiful rainbow with its mystery and promise had decided him. For once in his life he had answered the call adventure that lay within him, and for once in his life he was happy. But here in the vastness of the unforgiving desert, he grew cold; he hesitated, even while he felt drawn to move forward.
