I would like to be king and unite this poor broken country.

They were in broken country, steadily rising into the mountains.

At least in such broken country I could find cover from which to watch my back trail and decide what to do.

He could cross it there and get over into broken country to the northeast.

He was at the bottom of a small draw in rugged, broken country.

They rode in silence for seven or eight miles over broken country.

They were entering the broken country at last, and the going became harder.

I know little about economics so this may sound rather foolish, but why are Europe continuing to support a clearly broken country and system?

Late in the afternoon they were still tracking through the broken country.

I'd like to get to more broken country before we camp.