The only warning was a long, slow susurrus, a wind whipping through the trees to rip leaves off and force birds to take flight. It did not abate, though, and forced Julie to push the hair out of her eyes before she could see the coming tornado.
She shrieked, in fear yes, but also so her brothers could hear her over the rising gale. The funnel hadn’t been there a moment ago and now it was and the barn would offer little protection. Julie imagined the cows flying through the air, like readying for a trip to Oz, but with her brothers thrown into the mix.
Tony would try to save the cows, lead them into the storm shelter. He would never make it in time.
Harry would try to save his brothers, arguing with Tony to forget the cows, wasting precious seconds. He’d waste his breath until the air was ripped from his lungs.
Gavin would try to save himself, hanging onto the barn until the tornado tore him away. He would never be strong enough to resist it.
Julie saw all of this before the tornado even touched the fields. She knew she would never see her brothers again.
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