The meandering Mississippi River worried Jeff.
No longer a gently flowing river, it rampaged and threatened his field. It was hard enough to make a living in the Missouri bottom land. Flooding water spreading across his cornfields made him think more and more about leaving.
“Mountains. That’s where I need to go. Take a trainride to the mountains…” Jeff muttered as he continued to fill sand bags and piled them on the levee.
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