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The Empty Country
Robert Marcom

Dreary scraps of torn and tattered rain clouds flee the desolate
prairie where rabbits starve for the lack of a bit of green to eat...
and coyotes languish for want of rabbit flesh. The empty place,
suitable for vultures and that breed of human who fences empty
spaces and strings high tension power lines.

No Indians lingered here, and Conquistadores came, conquered, passed
through and were gone. Only empty land remained -- and rabbits,
coyotes and vultures -- when the rains finally came.