Chapter I A storm was brewing on the horizon, gathering dust into clouds and billowing up to the sky, blocking out the sun. Lou alternately watched the tulmut churn to the south, while keeping her eyes glued to the edge of earth, to the east, praying for some sign of her husband riding home safe. East, south, east, south...she waited as long as she could. Why did it feel as though she was always searching the horizon? The howl of the dust storm was just reaching her ears, and she knew it would be only a matter of minutes before it would hit their ranch with it's full force. Putting her fingers to her lips, she gave a shrill whistle that called her dog, Rascal, out from under the porch and to her side, as she ran to bar the door to the barn. The horses whinnied at the commotion brewing outside. Lou tossed extra bales of hay into their stalls and checked that they had water, in case this storm kept her trapped inside too long to feed them the next day.
As she and Rascal hurried back to the house, Lou, after surrveying the yard to make sure no living thing was in danger, cast her eye to the east one last time, hoping against hope to see Kid and Katy charging full-speed toward their home. The horizon was empty, and Lou's heart sank as she rushed the dog inside and closed the heavy wooden door behind her. "Please, God, let him be safe," she whispered, as the storm reached their home.