“This incessant wind,” Oliver said. “This ceaseless, constant, unrelenting, relentless, blasted wind.” A small tree flew past in a haze of branches, leaves, birds' nests, dust, and a three of Dutch Weatherby's Holsteins. Oliver and Muriel stood at the window. “The liberal pribles say its like this because we burn coal and eat beef,” he … Continue reading How Muriel and Molly went to Heaven with a Barn, Three Cows, and a Cottonwood Grove →