Cattle stood at the edges of dried basins and balled at nothing. The ground cracked in long wandering lines that looked like something underground had given up and walked away. It was the worst drought in 80 years and it arrived the way disasters always do, not all at once, but incrementally until one morning you realized it had already been too late for a week.

Let me tell you about Nora Lindren because she is the reason this story exists and she is different from nearly every character this channel has told you about. She was 23 years old in the spring of 2009 when she came back to her family’s operation in Rice County after 2 years studying range and watershed management at Kansas State University in Manhattan. She was not a rancher’s daughter who had gone off to study something useful and come back to take over.

She was exactly that actually, but nobody in Rice County treated her that way. What they saw was a young woman with a college jacket and a green spiral notebook who had opinions about water that didn’t match anything her father had been doing for 35 years. What they didn’t see, what they refused to see was that she had spent two years reading every study on wetland hydraology and drought resilience in the central plains at the university library held.

That she had sat in the office of a professor named Dr. Harold Weston for three semesters asking questions nobody else in the program thought to ask and that she had come home with a specific idea that was going to save her family’s cattle operation and make a significant number of people feel foolish for having laughed at her. Let me tell you about the Lindren place because you need to understand what Norah was walking back into.

Her father, Emmett Lindren, was 61 years old and had run 340 acres in the southeastern corner of Rice County for 32 years. His father had run it before him and his grandfather before that. The land had a particular feature that most operations in the county did not, a natural low-line depression of about 14 acres in the northwest corner of the property.

fed by a seasonal tributary of the Arkansas River drainage system that filled with water every spring and held it through most of June before slowly retreating in the summer heat. Locals called features like this slops, slow, murky, shallow wetlands that collected water and held it in the soil like a sponge. The Lindren sloth had been there longer than anyone could remember.

It was thick with cattails and sedges along the margins, home to redwing blackbirds and the occasional great blue heron. And it was, in the unanimous opinion of every agricultural professional in Rice County, a waste of 14 acres that could be producing something. Draining it was not a new idea.

EMTT’s father had considered it. EMTT himself had gotten a quote from a tile drainage contractor in 1994 and again in 2001. Both times he had hesitated, not from any particular ecological conviction, but from the same practical stubbornness that kept him from replacing equipment that still worked.

The SL wasn’t hurt in anything. He could crop the land around it. It was a known quantity, and EMTT Lindren was a man who respected known quantities.

So the slo remained, ringed by its cattails, visited by its herand, and quietly dismissed by every neighbor who drove past on County Road 14, and thought about what he would do with 14 productive acres if they were his. Nora had grown up weighed in the edges of that slope in rubber boots, catching frogs and watching the water level rise and fall with the seasons. She knew it the way children know the specific geography of their own yards, intimately without having to think about it.

What she brought back from Kansas State was a framework for understanding what she had always known instinctively. She had the language now and the data and the research to explain why that slough was not a problem to be solved, but an asset that her family had been sitting on for three generations without fully understanding its value. Let me tell you about the science because it is the reason Norah won and the reason her cattle drank in August of 2012 when her neighbors cattle were going without.

Dr. Harold Weston had spent 20 years studying prairie wetland hydraology in the central and southern plains. And what he had found, what the data showed consistently across dozens of study sites was that natural wetland depressions do not simply hold surface water, they recharge it.

A healthy undrained wetland and a semi-arid grassland system acts as a slowrelease reservoir for the surrounding soil moisture. The water that collects in a sloth in April does not simply evaporate in July. A significant portion of it percolates downward through the soil profile, recharging shallow aquifers and maintaining soil moisture levels in the surrounding land at depths of 4 to 12 ft.

In Weston’s studies across the Arkansas River watershed, he had documented that pastures within a quarter mile of an intact wetland maintained measurable soil moisture at depth for an average of 6 to 8 weeks longer into drought conditions than comparable pastures without wetland features. 6 to 8 weeks in a cattle operation in Kansas. 6 weeks of additional forage and water access in a drought year is not a convenience.

It is the difference between selling cattle at a loss in August or holding them through September. There was more. Weston’s research also documented that the water table directly adjacent to intact wetlands within 200 to 400 ft of the margin remained accessible to shallow rooted grasses and handdug wells at depths that would go dry in comparable areas without wetland recharge.

In plain language, if you kept your sloth, the ground around your sloth stayed wet longer than the ground anywhere else on your property. The SLO was not a 14 acre waste. It was a 14 acre water battery that discharged slowly into the surrounding landscape over the course of the driest months of the year.

Nora had also found field trial data from a cooperative extension study in western Oklahoma that had tracked three adjacent cattle operations over a 12-year period. Two of the operations had drained their wetland features in the early s. One had not.

In the four drought years within that 12-year window, the operation with the intact wetland had maintained forage production in the surrounding pastures at an average of 34% above the drained operations during peak drought months. In the non- drought years, the difference was negligible, about 6%. The intact wetland cost nothing in good years.

In bad years, it was worth everything. She had written all of this down in her green spiral notebook. She had the page numbers, the study dates, the lead researcher names, the specific measurements.

She had drawn a rough map of the Lindrren property shown in the slaw, the surrounding pastures, the estimated recharge radius based on Weston’s soil permeability data, and the shallow well her grandfather had dug in 1951 that sat 280 ft from the SLO’s eastern margin. She had calculated based on the Oklahoma field trial data and the Rice County historical drought frequency that in any given 10-year period, the Lindrren slough would produce an estimated additional $18,000 to $24,000 in avoided losses during drought years. compared to the approximately $6,400 in potential crop revenue the 14 acres might generate if drained and put into production.

She brought all of this to the kitchen table in April of 2009, 3 weeks after she had come home. EMTT Lindren listened to his daughter for 45 minutes without saying a word. He looked at the notebook.

He looked at the map. He looked at the numbers. His wife Diane sat at the other end of the table with her coffee and listened too.

When Norah finished, EMTT was quiet for a long moment. He picked up the notebook, looked at the Oklahoma field trial numbers again, set it back down, and said, “I need to think about it.” That was all. He got up, put on his cap, and went out to check the cattle.

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Diane waited until the screen door had closed behind him. Then she looked at Nora and said quietly, “You’re right.” You know, she said it the way a person says something they have believed for a long time, but never had the language to articulate. Then she picked up her coffee and went back to reading the paper, and the conversation was over.

EMTT thought about it for 2 weeks. He did not drain the sloth. He did not tell Norah he had decided anything.

He simply stopped mentioning the drainage contractor. And when Norah asked if she could fence a small section of the slough margin to reduce cattle disturbance to the recharge zone, he said, “Go ahead.” It was not a ringing endorsement, but it was permission. Let me tell you about Dale Crowley because you need to understand him before you can understand what happened at the Rice County Cattleman’s Association meeting in June of 2009.

Dale Crowley was 58 years old and had been the dominant voice at cattleman’s association meetings in Rice County for the better part of 15 years. He ran 680 acres north of Sterling, had served two terms on the Kansas Livestock Association board, and was the kind of man who held court at the co-op counter the way a magistrate holds court in a small claims room. with the comfortable authority of someone who has never seriously been wrong in front of an audience.

He had drained two wetland features on his own property in the early s, tiled them properly, put them into hay production, and considered this a straightforward improvement that any sensible operator would have made. He was not a cruel man. He was a certain one.

There is a particular kind of certainty that comes from having been right about most things for most of your life in a small community. And Dale Crowley had it in full. The June meeting was held at the Reno County Fairgrounds Extension Building as it always was, and it was attended by 31 cattlemen from across the county, plus their families, plus a representative from the Kansas State Extension Office named Phil Garrett, who came every year and said useful things about pasture management and said nothing that surprised anyone.

Norah was there because Amit had brought her. The way a man brings a new employee to a professional meeting, not to speak, but to listen and learn the room. She spoke anyway.

It happened during the open discussion portion of the meeting when Garrett had finished his presentation on summer grazing rotation and someone had asked about drought preparedness. Norah raised her hand. Garrett called on her.

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She stood up and said in a voice that was steady but not loud that she wanted to talk about wetland retention as a drought resilience strategy. And she had some data from Kansas State and from an Oklahoma extension study that she thought the group might find useful. The room did not go quiet.

It went the other kind of quiet. The kind where people are still making small sounds but have stopped paying attention to anything except the person who just said something unexpected. 31 cattlemen and their families looked at a 23-year-old woman with a green notebook standing up at a Rice County Cattleman’s Association meeting to talk about keeping Slavs.

Dale Crowley let her finish. He was a man who believed in letting people finish. Then he leaned back in his folding chair, crossed his arms, and smiled the smile of a man who has heard something he does not need to take seriously.

“Miss Lindren,” he said, “and the way he said, Miss Lindren told you everything about what he thought of the source. I appreciate the enthusiasm. I really do.

But the idea that leaving 14 acres of standing water and cattails on your operation is some kind of drought insurance. He paused and let the pause do the work a lesser man would have done with words. That’s not range management.

That’s sentiment. The silence lasted about 2 seconds. Then Dale Crowley started laughing.

Not a mean laugh. It was genuinely amused. The laugh of a man who found the idea charming in the way that a child’s earnest explanation of something is charming.

Several other men in the room laughed with him. The way people laugh when someone they respect has established that something is funny. Phil Garrett from the extension office did not laugh.

He looked at his notes. Let me pause here and ask you something. Have you ever watched someone laugh at an idea that they simply could not afford to be wrong about?

Because that is what Dale Crowley’s laugh was. Though nobody in that room understood it at the time. He had drained his wetlands.

He had invested in the tile drainage, in the hay production, in the improved acorage. He had told his neighbors it was the right call for Dale Crowley. Norah Lindren’s notebook full of hydrarology data was not just an unconventional idea.

It was an argument that he had made a mistake and the only way to answer that argument without examining it was to laugh at it. Norah sat down. She did not argue.

She did not look embarrassed. She wrote something in her notebook, closed it, and looked at the front of the room for the rest of the meeting. On the drive home, EMTT drove and said nothing for eight miles.

Then he said, “You handled yourself fine.” Norah looked out the window at the flat, dark fields going past and said, “I know. Another four miles of silence.” Then EMTT said, “Plant your 100 acres however you think is right. We’ll see what the numbers say.” He said it the way a man makes a business decision.

Not warmly but honestly. Norah said, “Thank you.” And that was the end of it. Let me tell you about the spring of 2009 and what Norah did with the permission she had been given because the details matter and they are worth understanding.

She did not drain the slough. She fenced a 40-foot buffer zone along the entire slough margin using four strand barbed wire, excluding cattle from the recharge zone and allowing the sedge and reed grass along the margin to establish without disturbance. This was not a popular decision aesthetically.

The fencing looked like a complication. A thing added where nothing needed to be added. And more than one neighbor who drove past on County Road 14 mentioned it to EMTT at the co-op.

EMTT said he was trying something and changed the subject. She also dug out the shallow well near the slope margin, the one her grandfather had put in in 1951, and cleaned the casing, replaced the hand pump, and ran a sample to the county extension office to confirm water quality. The well was producing clean water at a depth of 22 ft.

She noted this in her notebook along with the date, the depth, and the static water level. Then she set up a simple rain gauge and a weekly water level measurement stake at the SL margin and began keeping records. In 2009, the season was average.

The SLA filled normally in April, held through June, and retreated by late July. Norah’s pastures performed about the same as EMTT’s other pastures. The cattle did fine.

Nothing dramatic happened. Dale Crowley’s drained fields produced a decent cutting of hay in July. There was nothing to report and nothing to prove, and nobody was paying attention.

In 2010, the season was slightly dry. Rice County recorded about 78% of normal precipitation from April through August. EMTT’s south pastures, which were furthest from the slow, started showing stress in the late July, the grass going brown and brittle earlier than usual.

The cattle beginning to work harder to find adequate forage. The pastures in the northwest corner of the property adjacent to the slooh stayed green about 3 weeks longer. EMTT noticed.

He did not say anything to Norah directly, but she caught him one evening standing at the fence line between the northwest pasture and the south pasture, looking at the difference in the grass color with the expression of a man doing arithmetic in his head. She wrote down the date and the observation. Her per acre forage production numbers that year calculated from her grazing rotation records and the cattle weight data at fall weaning showed that the northwest pastures adjacent to the slow had produced approximately 19% more usable forage days per acre than the south pastures during the July August stress period.

It was a single year and a single property and not a peer-reviewed study. And Norah knew that. She wrote it down anyway.

Word had begun to travel. The way word travels in small agricultural communities, not through announcements, but through observation. People drove past on County Road 14.

They saw the green northwest pastures in late July when their own pastures were going brown. They mentioned it to their neighbors. Their neighbors mentioned it at the co-op.

Dale Crowley heard about it and told someone that one green pasture in a slightly dry year didn’t prove anything, which was technically true. He was right that it didn’t prove anything yet. In 2011, the season was dry again, about 71% of normal.

The northwest pastures stayed green into the first week of August. The south pastures were brown by mid July. Norah’s per acre numbers showed a 26% advantage for the slough adjacent ground during the stress period.

She also noted that the shallow well near the slough margin measured weekly had dropped only 4 feet from its spring high water level by the end of August. While the county’s agricultural well monitoring data published by the Kansas Geological Survey showed an average decline of 9 ft in comparable shallow wells across the county over the same period. The SLA was doing exactly what Dr.

Weston’s research said it would do. It was banking water in April and paying it back in August. She brought the 2-year data to the Cattleman’s Association meeting in the fall of 2011.

Dale Crowley was there. She stood up and presented the numbers, the forage production comparisons, the well-le data, the soil moisture readings she had been taking at three depths in both the slough adjacent and south pastures since 2009. She did not editorialize.

She read the numbers. When she finished, the room was quieter than it had been in 2009. Dale Crowley did not laugh this time.

He said the data was interesting and that he would like to see it replicated over a longer period before drawing conclusions. His voice had lost some of its certainty. Not much, but some.

Phil Garrett from the extension office stayed after the meeting and asked Nora if he could have a copy of her data. She gave him the relevant pages from her notebook. He thanked her and said he was going to send it to a colleague at Kate.

She said that was fine. Then 2012 arrived. Let me tell you about the summer of 2012 in Rice County, Kansas.

Because it was not a dry year, it was a catastrophe. The National Drought Monitor classified the entire central Kansas region as D4, exceptional drought, the highest category on the scale. By the end of June, by July, Rice County had received 31% of its normal precipitation for the year.

The Arkansas River, which had been running low for 2 years, stopped running entirely in several stretches. Stock ponds that had held water for 40 years went dry. Pastures that had been green in early May were dust and stubble by the th of July.

Cattle prices collapsed as producers across the region began emergency liquidations, selling breeding stock they had spent years building because they had no water and no grass and no other option. The USDA declared Rice County a disaster area on July 18. Let me tell you about what happened on the Lingren place in July and August of 2012 because it is the reason this story is still being told.

The slough was lower than Norah had ever recorded it. By the end of July, it had retreated to about 40% of its normal summer extent. A shallow pool in the center of the depression, ringed by cracked mud and the bleached stems of last year’s cattails.

It was not full. It was not impressive, but it was there. And more importantly, what it was doing underground was there whether you could see it or not.

The northwest pastures adjacent to the slow were not green. Let me be clear about that because the story is not a fairy tale. The grass was stressed.

It was shorter than normal and paler than it should have been in August, but it was alive. The cattle were grazing it. The forage was there, thin, but there, and the shallow well at the slough margin, which Norah checked every Monday morning, was sitting at a depth of 26 ft.

Down from its spring level of 18 ft. But 26 ft, still producing water, still accessible, EMTT’s south pastures, a/4 mile from the slow, were bare dirt and cracked clay by the st of August. The cattle had eaten everything down to the roots by mid July, and there was nothing left.

He moved them to the northwest pastures. Then he moved them to the northwest pastures again when the other fields ran out. By the end of August, all 340 acres of the Lindrren operation were supporting their cattle from the northwest corner of the property, the corner adjacent to the slow, and from the shallow well that Norah had cleaned and measured and monitored for 3 years.

The well held, the forage held barely, and with supplemental feed that EMTT bought at a price that made him wse, but it held. They did not sell their breeding stock. They did not liquidate.

They came through the summer of 2012 with their herd intact. Three miles north on County Road 14, Dale Crowley sold 60% of his cow calf pairs in August. He had no water and no grass and no choice.

He sold them at the worst possible moment in the worst possible market into a regional liquidation that had driven cattle prices down to levels that hadn’t been seen since the s. He had drained his wetlands in 2001 and 2003. His property had no shallow recharge zones.

His stock ponds were cracked mud. He was not the only one. Across Rice County, the story was the same on operation after operation.

emergency sales, breeding stock dispersals, the quiet financial damage that a single catastrophic drought year can do to a family operation that takes a decade to recover from. Nora’s records from August 2012 showed that the northwest pastures adjacent to the slow produced an estimated 41% more usable forage days per acre during the June through August stress period than the county average. for comparable ground as reported in the post drought assessment published by the Kansas State Extension Service that fall.

The shallow well- prodduced water through the entire summer without going dry. The estimated avoided loss, the value of the breeding stock they did not have to sell, the forage they did not have to buy, the herd rebuilding costs they did not have to incur was approximately $67,000 compared to what a comparable operation without the wetland feature would have faced. $67,000 from a 14 acre slough that everyone in Rice County had told EMTT Lingren to drain.

EMTT found Norah in the barn on a Wednesday evening in late September after the worst of it was over and the fall rains had finally come and the cattle were back on pasture and the immediate crisis had passed. He stood in the barn door for a moment without saying anything. Norah was checking a heer’s leg wrapping and didn’t look up.

EMTT said, “You were right.” He said it the way a man says something that cost him something to say, not dramatically, but with the specific weight of words that have been thought about for a long time before being spoken. Norah finished with the heer’s leg, stood up and said, “I know. Not unkindly, just honestly.

EMTT nodded. Then he said, “From here on, you decide the rotation. You decide what we plant and what we don’t.

All of it.” He put his cap back on and walked out of the barn. That was the whole conversation. It was enough.

Let me tell you about what happened in the fall of 2012 and the winter that followed because the story does not end in that barn. The Kansas State Extension Service published its post drought assessment in November of 2012. Phil Garrett had been collecting data from operations across Rice County all summer and when he wrote up the assessment, he included a section on wetland retention as a drought resilience factor.

He cited three operations in the county that had retained natural wetland features and compared their droughtyear performance to the county average. He did not name Norah Lindren by name in the published report, but he cited her data, 3 years of weekly measurements, forage production records, well-level logs, as the most complete and rigorous data set he had encountered from a producer in the county. He sent her a copy of the draft before publication with a handwritten note that said her methodology was sound and her conclusions were supported by the evidence.

She kept the note. It is still in the green spiral notebook. Word moved through Rice County the way it always moves.

Through the co-op counter, through the cattleman’s association, through the conversations at the grain elevator and the feed store in the church parking lot after Sunday services, people who had driven past the Lindren slough for 3 years and thought about what they would do with 14 productive acres began to reconsider. A few of them called EMTT. EMTT told them to call Nora.

Some of them did. Some of them couldn’t quite bring themselves to call the 26-year-old woman with the notebook, but they thought about it. Dale Crowley drove out to the Lindren place on a Saturday morning in December of 2012.

He pulled up in his pickup and sat in the driveway for a moment before getting out, which Norah noticed from the kitchen window. She went out to meet him. He was wearing his good canvas coat and his good hat, which meant he had thought about this visit before making it.

He was not a man who dressed up for casual conversations. He stood by his truck and said, “I heard your well held all summer.” Norris said, “It did.” He looked out toward the northwest corner of the property where the slope sat under its December frost, the cattails brown and stiff in the cold air. He said, “I’ve got a feature on my north 40 that I was going to tile in the spring.

Low spot holds water April through June, about 8 acres.” He paused. “I want to know what you think I should do with it.” Nora looked at him for a moment, then she said, “What did you call it when I talked about this at the June meeting in 2009?” Dale Crowley’s jaw tightened slightly. He said, “I believe I called it sentiment.” Norris said, “That’s right.

You called it sentiment.” She let that sit for a moment. Not cruy. She was not a cruel person, but completely.

Then she said, “Don’t tile it. Fence a buffer around the margin 40 ft minimum. Clean out any tile drainage that’s already affecting the recharge zone.

Measure your well level every week starting in April and write it down. Come back and talk to me in the fall of 2013 with your numbers and I’ll tell you what they mean. Dale Crowley nodded slowly.

He said, “All right.” He put his hand out and Norah shook it. He got back in his truck and drove back up County Road 14 toward his place. Norah watched him go, then went back inside and wrote the date and the conversation in her notebook.

Let me tell you about the years that followed because they are worth knowing. By 2014, four other operations in Rice County had contacted Nora about wetland retention management. By 2016, that number was 11.

She had developed a simple assessment protocol, a site visit, a soil permeability estimate, a review of the operations water sources and drought vulnerability that she offered to neighboring producers at no charge. She did it because she believed in it and because she understood that her slow was not a competitive advantage she needed to protect. It was a lesson the county needed to learn, and she was the one who had learned it first.

In the spring of 2015, Phil Garrett asked her to present her findings at the Kansas State Extension Services annual drought resilience workshop in Hutchinson. She drove to Hutchinson with her notebook and her three-year data set and her post202 follow-up records and stood at a podium in front of 87 extension agents, range managers, and agricultural producers from across central Kansas. She was 29 years old.

She was wearing a Carheart jacket and a cap with the Lindren brand on it. The notebook was on the podium in front of her. She talked for 45 minutes about wetland hydrarology, recharge zones, drought resilience, and what a 14 acre slough in Rice County had done in the summer of 2012.

When she finished, the room was quiet for a moment. Then it was not quiet at all. EMTT Lindren had driven to Hutchinson with Diane to hear his daughter speak.

He sat in the third row. When the room started applauding, Norah looked out and found her father’s face in the audience. EMTT Lindren stood up.

He was not a man who stood up at things. He was a man who sat quietly and watched and thought, but he stood up and Diane put her hand on his arm. And that was the moment.

Not the drought, not the wellholden, not the $67,000 in avoided losses. That was the moment Norah understood that she had won something larger than an argument. By 2018, the Kansas State Extension Service had incorporated wetland retention assessment into its standard drought preparedness protocol for cattle operations in the Arkansas River watershed.

Dr. Harold Weston, who had retired by then, sent Norah a letter when he heard about it. He said her field data from 2009 through 2012 had been cited in two peer-reviewed papers on prairie wetland hydraology.

She wrote back and told him she still had the notebook. Dale Crowley’s north 40 low spot, the one he had been planning to tile in the spring of 2013, was still intact as of 2019. His well levels during the dry summers of 2016 and 2018 had performed consistently with what Norah’s data predicted.

He had told the story at a cattleman’s association meeting in 2017. The story of driving out to the Lindren place in December of 2012 and asking a 26-year-old woman for advice about a decision he should have made differently a decade earlier. He told it without apparent embarrassment, which was either admirable or simply practical, and the room had listened the way rooms listen when someone tells a true story about having been wrong.

Let me tell you one last thing because the story doesn’t end with Nora. In the spring of 2021, Norah’s daughter, EMTT’s granddaughter, a 16-year-old named Clara, who had grown up helping her mother measure well levels every Monday morning and recording forage data in a succession of green spiral notebooks, came to the kitchen table with a print out of a university study and a handdrawn map of the Lingren property. She said she had been reading about cover crop integration and semi-arid grassland systems, and she thought there were three fields on the south end of the property that were losing top soil to wind erosion in ways that could be addressed with a winter rye and hairy veetch rotation.

She had the numbers. She had the study. She had the map.

Nora looked at the printout. She looked at the map. She looked at her daughter’s face, earnest, precise, waiting.

She thought about a kitchen table in April of 2009 and a green notebook and a father who had said, “I need to think about it.” And then gone out to check the cattle. She thought about June of 2009 and a folding chair and a laugh that had told her everything she needed to know about what she was up against. She thought about August of 2012 and a well at 26 ft and cattle that drank when the neighbors cattle could not.

Then she said yes. Show me what you’re thinking. She did not say I need to think about it.

She did not say we’ll see what the numbers say. She said yes immediately. The way a person says yes when they have learned at some cost over some years through some specific and documented evidence that the person in front of them with the notebook and the data and the earnest face deserves to be taken seriously.

Clara spread the map on the table and started talking. Nora listened. Outside the Lindren sloth sat in its 14 acres in the northwest corner of the property, holding its April water, doing what it had always done.

The cattails were coming back along the margin. A great blue heron was standing in the shallows the way herand stand, still patient, watching the water with the particular attention of a creature that understands the value of what is underneath the surface. The notebook was on the counter.

There was a new one underneath it, barely started. Clara’s handwriting filling the first few pages with measurements and dates and the names of researchers whose work she had been reading in the school library. Norah Lindren refused to drain her SL.

They called it sentiment. The drought came. The sentiment held water.

The cattle drank. The slow is still there.