It was a perfect system, all of the parts moving in synchronicity.
There were no excavators, no houses or people in sight. Just buffalo grass bending in the wind, the pale-blue Missouri sliding around an oxbow, and the furry, brown beasts wandering in circles. It was a perfect system, all of the parts moving in synchronicity. In two hundred years, a scheme that took millions of years to evolve was methodically being taken apart.
