The Vanishing Indian [SOLD]

From the inside:

Navajoland is a country of eternal beauty, a land of sunshine and calm, a land of spectacular clouds and violent storms, a land of rain and snow, a land of eternal contrasts. It is a land of vast vistas and crowding cliffs, of brilliant reds and powdery whites, of many-hued pastels in piled-up limestone and sandstone layers. It is a land of sparse growth or crowded and majestically tall pines on hill slopes and mountain tops.

In Navajo country warming sunshine can envelop the lonely rider or, threatening but magnificent clouds can send him scurrying for protective cover. The sun can dominate for weeks or it can be covered daily with heavy summer cloud formations. Clouds may come and go, or they may linger and deposit downpours on the thirsty earth. Veritable curtains of water appear here and there along the horizon, summer veils to quickly withdraw, winter rain darkness to linger for long hours. At the end of summer rain violence, compensation comes in a great arching and brilliant rainbow.