Prairie travelers raced approaching storms to reach shelter before being caught

Evidence

The windy cold became intense, and for the next eleven miles I rode a race with the coming storm. At the top of every prairie roll I expected to see Denver, but it was not till nearly five that from a considerable height I looked down upon the great “City of the Plains,” the metropolis of the Territories. — Isabella L. Bird, A Lady’s Life in the Rocky Mountains, 156

Categorization

• FICTION: A live scene of anticipation and risk on the plains; the reader is reading for vivid immersion in the landscape and era.