Rancher James Fuqua fancies himself a soothsayer. In 1997, a rainy year, Fuqua surveyed the sprawling fields of green grass near his West Texas ranch in Quanah and smelled impending peril. The uneasiness prompted him to increase his water supplies and buy every blade of hay he could get his hands on, stuffing his barns to capacity. The following year, West Texas blistered under scorching heat without a drop of rain. Yet while other ranchers wobbled on the edge of... More >>>