prairie falcon

There, abandoned “ghost towns” populate the prairie fields and deserts, serving as a reminder of a not-so-distant past.

This, thought I, is a dismal-looking outcome—two men and a dead horse left high and dry on the sun-flooded prairie.

Hurrying on to find it, Taijo discovered a hut beside the path, into which he saw the falcon fly.

Not while I had the open prairie underfoot and the summer sky above, and hands to strike a blow or pull a trigger.

A few miles in advance of the island stands the beautiful Falcon Rock, like a sentinel upon the look-out.

"We'll be blamed lucky if we don't run into a prairie-fire before mornin'," Piegan grumbled.