FOOD
Waiting on the Sky
The gold was there in the heavy-headed grain that was ripening across the whole west half of Kansas. Now it all hung on the weather. Each night the Kansas far mers and their wives went off to bed only after a last worried look at the sky; each morning they hurried out to scan the skies again, to put a speculative finger to the wind. Two more weeks of good weather, not too hot, and above all, no rain, would bring the...
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