Joe realized that he must have been recognized by someone in the bad lands.

Some legislators warned that local officials would make only their worst land available.

This building lay on the fringe of the bad lands.

Men of the bad lands were taking up his trail.

This was his first trip back to the bad lands.

During the French occupation the finances took a turn for the worse and that land was sold.

I wouldn't like to think that he'd left good land and gone to bad land, just because of me.

They were out of the bad lands at last, back into the foothills above the river valley.

True, bad land wouldn't turn a profit, but it would break even.

This individual was also known in the bad lands.