Takes time, of course, but the sharp grit puts down the grain like a binder knife, if it blows through the field long enough.
However, I'm not worrying much about that; there are worse things than the sand and drought.

We're fools and make our real troubles; that's what's the matter with us." Helen smiled.

Sadie was amusing when philosophized, but Helen thought her views were sound.

She had chosen a stern country, but its stinging cold and boisterous winds were invigorating, and with pluck one could overcome its material obstacles.

It was human weaknesses that made for unhappiness.
"Well," she said, "we must hope the rain will come; but hadn't we better go by the long bluff?
The new man has put a fence across the other trail." Sadie left the trail, and as they crossed a hollow the tall grass rustled about the horses' legs.