rim-walls

Updated: May 5, 2025

Fifteen seconds seventeen eighteen With that a puff of air seemed to rise, and on it the most awful bellow of thunderous roar. It rolled up and widened, deadened to burst out and roll louder, then slowly, like mountains on wheels, rumbled under the rim-walls, passing on and on, to roar back in echo from the cliffs of the mesas.

Zane Grey - Tales of lonely trails