The Farm

The great western desert stretched from horizon to horizon. Its dust filled the air. It filled Dustin’s lungs, and stung his eyes. Charred remnants of the giants that once inhabited this land now covered in dust. It was not a desert of sand, but a desert of ash and dust.  Sequoia. That was what these giants were called. In the end nothing more than kindling for the infernos.    The desert landscape was not one of great dunes, it was a mix of blackened chimneys, and melted metal. Cars. He …