The wind were blowin' the dust round and round in spirals on the roadway. No one dun driven down that road for most of the day. No need to come this way no more. Not since the skyway twas built. Then those as had not gone up done gone down by the river. No need to cut across the prairie fields. Grassflats never was a big place, even in the time before when people spread across the land lookin' for someplace new to call their own.

Now it twer the cities in the sky where everyone was headin'. That and off the planet complete, if they had the money fur it. Twas only dirtfeet like us as still lived on farms out in the prarielands. Dirtfeet, and crazies, and the Earthers who were just another form of crazies.

Ma and John and me lived on a farm that once was my grandpas. One day, John was walkin' down the road, headin' out to the cowfield when he saw a black mass lying by the side of the road. He twernt quite sure if it were a calf, or a dog. Maybe it was a deer fallen down dead in the midday heat, 'cept they didn't have no deer out there, and even if they did, no way it would be black.