As the dispossessed stream out of the Plains land, the houses of the tenant farmers are left vacant. The only life left in the area is the shiny metal sheds that house the tractors. However, unlike the horse that continues to live after a day’s work, the tractor is dead once its motor is turned off. This machine has made the job of the farmer too easy, so one can no longer wonder at the miracle of growth that rises from the land. Eventually, the houses die as well. Windows are broken, shingles loosened and tossed by the wind, until the only ones who disturb the dust on the floor are the wild animals from the fields.
