It was rough land, broken and rocky looking even under its heavy load of snow, with high plateaus and mountains rising far off in the distance. A light snow was still falling and it swirled and blew in hard gusts around the rider and his horse. He rode in the posture of a man who was tired and cold and discouraged, slightly slumped in the saddle, letting the motion of the horse swing and jog his body. They moved gingerly, the horse seeming to pick his own way more than by the guide of the man. Occasionally they would stop as they topped a little rise and the man would ease himself up straighter and take long looks around. He had his hat pulled low and the collar of his big coat turned up, but still his face was red and cold looking from the wind and the blowing snow. Once he worked his hand inside his coat and grimaced as he felt his ribs. When he took it out he looked at his glove as if expecting to see something on it. They kept plodding along, the sun getting lower and lower in the leaden sky.
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