A warm, moist air mass from the Gulf of Mexico lay still and sultry across the South last week, and a sharp, cold front was advancing ominously from the north. It was just after lunchtime in the little (pop. 1,200) town of Dierks, Ark., when people began to glance nervously at a sash of black cloud across the sky. Suddenly, between glances, the twister was there: a long, snarling black snout that reached from cloud to earth and spun its way toward town with a roar of a low-flying air armada.
Carl Young Jr. heard the roar, grabbed up his wife...
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