Sand
Someone is always caught in the crossfire.A desolate land with its rivers of sand that would burn ‘neath Arabian sun was the crown for a jewel that was needed for fuel – made the cars and the factories run. But the tribes didn’t brood for the oceans of crude that would lie in the pockets below – since they harbored no need, they were quick to concede when the West brought their mountains of dough. Plans would be laid and agreements were made, while the land becam...