We knew it was coming from radar, so the town was halfway buttoned up before we could see the dust front naked-eye. When we finally did see the cloud, we knew it was a big one. Karlee caught my eye and held it, and I understood: we would contrive to be in the same building when it arrived, regardless of other concerns.
Dust storms can last days, weeks. One when I was five lasted two months. Two of the smaller houses were completely buried when it was over. I’m not going to ride out something like that separated from Karlee.
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