The Dust Bowl
The farm was forty acres of lies. Jack knew this from the moment he drove up the dirt road and saw the irrigation pipes half-buried in the soil like the bones of something that had died trying to grow. He should have turned around. Instead, he parked the truck, got out, and walked the perimeter with his hands in his pockets, counting the fence posts, checking the soil, trying to figure out what...
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