The Land of Hartman
The land was dead. That was the first thing William Hartman noticed when he stepped off the train at a stop that had no name, only a number: Station 47, Kansas Territory. He stood on the platform with his wife Anna and their eight-year-old son Robert and looked out across one hundred and sixty acres of nothing—flat, brown, and stretching to a horizon so distant it made William's eyes ache....
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