The Great Genghis Khan

For miles, all one could see is barren land, stretching into long distances. Soft breezes caused tufts of grass to move, chunks of weeds swayed gently. A cloud of dust swirled in the distance, loud whoops broke the silence of the plains as out of the distance a massive horde of riders thundered across the grassy plateau. Clomps of dirt flew into the air as hundreds of horses carrying wiry, lean, dark tanned men pounded their hooves into the ground. Intent upon their journey, the men leaned forward, pressing their legs against the sides of the horses, urging them to drive faster, faster. The sounds of hooves beating against the ground, the cries of the men whooping bellowed throughout the land...only a small rabbit scurried away in time to keep from being trodden into the dirt.