Spring snow-lay spread over North Dakota's black prairies like thick, grey sauce. It hugged the buttes and ran melting off the gables of crouton-like barns. Hay and wheat farmers around Bismarck, North Dakota's capital*, slouched to their chores. Horses rubbed restlessly against their stalls. Spring was coming to North Dakota.
In Bismarck and Mandan, nearby on the Missouri River, there was anxiety. The river ice and slush was packing up just below the cities. Water was rising with threat of flood. In lowlands the Missouri, streaming from the...
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