I went outside my house to check on the horses, crops, and the overall farm. Our horses were gettin' thinner and so was Pa and I's wages. The food was scarce and all our crops were wilted. Ma and Sister even had to sell their jewelry that had been in the family for ten generations just so we could eat a little more. All our neighbors were gone. Soon, we might even have to sell our house and move away to one of them northern houses up in California, but those chances are slim with the money we was makin'.
The Texas sun was scorching down and as we waited for the opportunity to sell more of our belongings the swirling sound of the violent wind came upon us once more. "Everyone in the basement now!"," screeched Ma. As we all dashed towards the basement the black wind swallowed everything in its sight just a few feet behind us. We sat patiently and quietly in the dark as we waited for this dust storm to pass. Although no one said nuthin' I know we was all thinking how we were going to survive this, what was going to happen to us, and if we did make it what were we gonna do. I hope everything will turn out alright.
After about three hours, the never ending storm passed and so did the haunting silence. Ma and Pa asked to be alone for a while, so I went to check on the livestock. They was dead. All of it was. Even our house was torn apart. This dust storm was bigger than the third one and had stripped away all our belongings. Sister joined me and we wept beside each other for a while. I don't know what scared me more the fact that all our things were gone or how we were going to live from now on. As I held her in my arms, her only shelter at the moment, I thought of the words Franklin Roosevelt had made "The only thing we have to fear is fear itself ". A place with everlastin' dust storms and drought is no place for people. I think it's time to have a move on. .
Ma and Pa sat down beside us and they didn't say a word, but we all knew if we were to survive it was time to get up.
