Dust To Dust

They spewed up from beneath the wastelands to blacken the Kansas skies, then slipped undetected amongst their human prey. Infiltrating homes, churches, and even the local government, they came to terrorize a rural community by snatching victims in the broad darkness of day, when the black dusters rolled over, and swallowed up the sun.

During the worst years of the Dust Bowl Era, where farms abandoned to the elemental fury resemble sunken wreckage on a sea floor, and folks disappear without a trace, bad luck just got a whole lot worse. The body count rises when the ancient evil seizes control over newfangled telephone line technology, and starts slaking their lust for human blood.

On a dying farm, in a forsaken land, a boy with nothing to lose but his own young life manages to run afoul with this monstrous adversary, the same predators that once hunted the aboriginal tribes to extinction. Call them revenants, consumptives, or dark harbingers of the thunderbird, they've targeted the youngster in their blood harvest, but this is one farm boy who ain't going down without a fight.