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

hot and hard, with no softness at the edges. The sun rose white, burned through noon, and dropped red behind fields that looked more gray than green. Cattle stood in shrinking shade near barns and water tanks. Dust devils spun across roads. Men watched the weather reports like gamblers watching dice.

No rain. No rain. No rain.

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