Bad Lands

The grass of the Bad Lands region was now spread in fresh green, all beaded and porcupined with the early crocuses.

What I'm going to do is throw my saddle on my private horse and ride down into the Bad-lands and see for myself how the cards lay.

Irish, he reflected, had not been with them that day in the Bad-lands, and so had not the same cause for vengeance.

The hunters and cattlemen looked on in anger and disgust as sheep and ever more sheep began to pour into the Bad Lands.

(p. 086) The Marquis had not lived a year in the Bad Lands without learning something.