The American Scheme - Lee Sandlin

Whenever my father told this story, I thought of slaves inching forward another slab of the pyramids: the boys sweating out each swerve in the rutted roads, the air as punishingly hot as only Oklahoma air can be, and the lumbering spool itself, bigger than any of them, banging and grumbling like a captive elephant, growing more intractable the ... ................
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