And she waited, with a woman's Presaging sense of events, for a crisis that was coming.
"The Desert of Wheat"
Zane Grey
The morning was cool, sweet, fresh, with a red sun Presaging a hot day.
"The Desert of Wheat"
Zane Grey
On this fresh, sweet summer morning, with the sun bright and warm, Presaging a hot and glorious day, Lenore wanted to run with the winds, to wade through the alfalfa, to watch with strange and renewed pleasure the waves of shadow as they went over the wheat.
"The Desert of Wheat"
Zane Grey