Farmer On The Dole
Frederick Pohl
Stretching east to the horizon, a thousand acres, was all soybeans; across the road to the west, another thousand acres, all corn. Zeb kicked the irrigation valve moodily and watched the meter register the change in flow. Damn weather! Why didn't it rain? He sniffed the air deeply and shook his head, frowning. Eighty-five percent relative humidity. No, closer to eighty-seven. And not a cloud in the sky.
年:
1982
出版社:
Omni
语言:
english
页:
11
文件:
AZW3 , 490 KB
IPFS:
,
english, 1982