Zane Grey

Soft and fresh of color the gray old sage slopes came out from under their winter mantle ; the bleached tufts of grass waved in the wind and showed tiny blades of green at the roots ; the aspens and oaks, and the vines on fences and cliffs, and the round-clumped, brook bordering willows took on a hue of spring.
The mustangs and colts in the pastures snorted and ran and kicked and cavorted ; and on the hillsides the cows began to climb higher, searching for the tender greens, bawling for the new-born calves. Eagles shrieked the release of the snow-bound peaks, and the elks bugled their piercing calls. The grous-cocks spread their gorgeous brown plumage in parade before their twittering mates, and the jays screecked in the woods, and the sage-hens sailed along the bosom of the gray slopes.