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

bandanas over their mouths and went outside.

It hit like thrown gravel. Dust filled Tom’s eyes. He could barely see the fence line. But as they fought their way north, the wind changed.

Not stopped. Changed.

Inside the pine rows, the storm broke apart. The trees bent and thrashed, but they slowed the blast. Dust dropped in the needles and along the trunks.continue reading …