They Doubted His Pine Trees Until Nineteen Eighty Eight Proved Him Right

the winter came dry. Snow fell north and east of Miller’s Bend, but the town got mostly wind. Cold, empty wind that scraped across the fields and lifted dust in months when dust should have been locked under frost. By April, the county extension office sent out drought warnings. By May, the wheat began to curl. By June, the sky turned cruel.

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