The wind was blowing hard, picking up dust and turning the West Texas landscape into a mushy brown haze. Mike Henson stared out of the window of his truck. His gaze lingered long on the furrows in the newly plowed and planted fields, now barely visible. Mike sighed as he turned to note the exact location. Another field wiped out by the blowing sand. Another loss of labor, seed, irrigation, fuel and money. Mike’s employees had tried to save as many fields as possible running sand-fighters day and night, a type or rotary hoe for breaking up crusty soil, to bring up moisture from lower layers of soil. When the wind stops blowing they would go out to plant Milo instead, as it was too late in the season for cotton by now.