The Blood-Stained Harvest
The wind in the Nevada territory did not blow; it scoured. It stripped the paint from the houses and the hope from the people. Elias was a man of the earth, a pioneer who had spent seven years carving a sanctuary out of the alkaline soil. His farm was a miracle of irrigation and stubbornness, a small patch of green in a world of ochre and bone. He believed in the sanctity of the land and the...
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