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Fifteen-year-old Katelan Janke writes this exciting and harrowing tale of Grace Edwards and her family's struggle to survive the dangers and despair of the American Dust Bowl.

		Wednesday, April 24, 1935 When Daddy was in town today, he heard more stories of the awful duster. Folks near and far now fittingly refer to it as "Black Sunday," the worst storm anyone's yet to see. It spread its terror throughout Kansas, Oklahoma, Colorado, New Mexico, and the Texas Panhandle. The darkness was like midnight, and cars were left abandoned on the highways and city streets as people tried to seek shelter. A man who lived not far from our farm tried to make it home from town in his car. The dust was so black and so blinding that he drove clear off the road and into the steep ditch. He was finally found several days later, buried and suffocated by the thick dust. His funeral was today.