The firemen finally left. That was a long interrogation.
There was a huge fire in our back yard... it spread and destroyed all of Jericho Crawford's wheat. He may not be able to make up the damages this year. I can't help but feel it's my fault.
No.
It's not just a feeling.
It's fucking fact.
The firemen reported it as an accidental wildfire began, spread to the upturned tree, and the wind may have rolled the tree into the wheat. Not much- just a foot... but they say it was most likely a wildfire and that there are few signs of true arson.
God damn.
I need to talk to the Wind again.
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