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A young ranch hand standing on the open plains as a distant tornado forms under a dark sky.

The Boy Who Lassoed a Tornado’s Tail

Long before fences stitched the Southern Plains into neat squares, the land rolled open and wide beneath a sky that never learned restraint. Wind was a constant companion there. It whispered through grass, howled across flat earth, and sometimes rose up furious and spinning, demanding attention from anyone foolish enough to ignore it. In those days lived a ranch hand

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