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Updated: May 11, 2025

Pound and jar, whistle and whine, long, broken rumble, and the rattling concatenation of quick shots like metallic cries, exploding hail-storm of iron in the air, a desert over which thousands of puffs of smoke shot up and swelled and drifted, the sliding crash far away, the sibilant hiss swift overhead. Boom! Weeeee eeeeooooo! from the east. Boom! Weeeee eeeeooooo! from the west.

Zane Grey - The Desert of Wheat