MA W , do you want a drink?" Minnie looked up at the small boy. She rose to her feet, straightened her back slowly and rubbed a limp hand across her sweating forehead. Dipping the cup into the brownish water, she sipped the warm liquid. Her eyes wandered down the row of rust-colored broomcorn and rested upon the bent shoulders of a lean, gaunt man...
Temple, Betty Jo
Sketch: Vol. 12
, Article 1.
Available at: https://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol12/iss2/1