If you listen you’ll hear the wind.

It seems to always blow across Comanche County. A wind from the north rattles the eaves and brings icy cold down from Canada. From the south it pumps out heavy, humid air that stacks against the mountains and leaves its rain a hundred miles from the county’s fields.

If you listen you’ll hear it.

Some days the wind howls. Some days it whispers. Many think they hear it laugh at those fool enough to live out here. Some say the wind cries for those who do.