gray-domed

Updated: June 25, 2025

Still Joan had the temper to make an attempt to escape, if a favorable way presented. The morning was rosy, clear, cool; there was a sweet, dry tang in the air; white-tailed deer bounded out of the open spaces; and the gray-domed, glistening mountains, with their bold, black-fringed slopes, overshadowed the close foot-hills. Joan was a victim to swift vagaries of thought and conflicting emotions.

Zane Grey - The Border Legion