oilhouse

Updated: May 18, 2025

The horses, which were untied, had gone full speed across the prairie at the first smell and sight of fire. Now the oilhouse had caught, and we turned, panic-stricken, running headlong across the plains, our feet burning, not knowing where we were going so long as we could escape the explosion of the oil. Inside the firebreaks the grass was burning.

Edith Eudora Kohl - Land of the Burnt Thigh