 to the edge of the plains, lands that could sprang up overnight and the cattle rose frontier. Once again, their homes were nightmares of swirling dust, machinery, homes, credit, food, and even hope book and hit the highways for the Pacific coast. Nothing to stay for, nothing to hope for, no place to go, nothing to eat, nothing to do. Their homes on four wheels, their work a desperate gamble for a day's labor in the fields along the highway. The price of a sack of beans or a tank of gas gives a chance to start over and a chance for their children to eat, to have medical care, to have homes again. 50,000 a month. The sun and winds wrote the most tragic chapter in American agriculture.