twenty-five-mile-distant

Updated: May 2, 2025

He understood that in the canteen there was not water for both. He promptly drank one of the two remaining cupfuls, slung the canteen over his shoulder and struck off swiftly for the twenty-five-mile-distant spring. Again, had he been other than a Hopi, less than the superb creature that he was, the thing could not have been done.

Jackson Gregory - The Desert Valley