THE DROUGHT
The dust came first. It arrived in October 1934, rolling across the Oklahoma plains like a brown tide, swallowing the sky and choking the earth. It got into everything—into the lungs of the cattle, into the cracks of the farmhouse windows, into the lines of Caleb Rainwater's face. By November, the sky was the color of rust and the sun was a pale coin behind a veil of grit. By December, the...
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