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

of mine Monday.” He looked at Tom. “And when my windmill went down, he watered my cattle.”

Tom looked at the floor.

Buck sat. The meeting changed after that.

Rain finally came in September. Not enough to erase the damage. Enough to make people cry.

It started on a Thursday afternoon, a soft ticking on the roof that Emily mistook for insects. She was in continue reading …