He seemed to forget or not to know how fast his bills grew.
Then came a week in August when the heat invaded even the cool retreat along the river.

Out on the highway passing wheels rolled back the dust like water, and raised it in clouds after them.

The rag weeds hung wilted heads along the road.

The goldenrod and purple ironwort were dust-colored and dust-choked.

The trees were thirsty, and their leaves shriveling.