Then Came the Evening

From Then Came the Evening by Brian Hart:

The earthmovers were still going out in the fields, scraping the pasturelands and grading them smooth into fairways and greens. Wilhelm wouldn’t look even when Iona pointed to the workmen building a cart bridge over the canal. Dust clouds hovered and yellowed the afternoon. They were working a half mile from the church, but to Tracy it seemed unholy for them to be doing what they were doing so close. He’d been right: There were more coming, and there always would be. Until it all fell apart. He thought people were like bugs. If Bandy didn’t come back, maybe he would sell some land, maybe all of it. What was the difference? Might as well get it over with. What was ownership if nobody cared?

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