Dance Til You Drop

By Cate Martin

During the Great Depression, the cash prizes offered for dance competitions lured hundreds of young people to literally dance until they dropped.

Alice and Henry traveled to Fargo determined to outlast all the other couples, dancing for days without more than momentary rest breaks. Alice's old nemesis Dorothy strives for the same goal.

But that many people killing themselves to get that much money? Guaranteed to draw cheats and con artists with their eyes on the prize too.

"Dance Til You Drop", a story of endurance and pluck set in the Great Depression.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ratatoskr Press
• Release date: Dec 14, 2022
• ISBN: 9781958606285

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Dance Til You Drop

DANCE TIL YOU DROP

CATE MARTIN

Ratatoskr Press

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DANCE TIL YOU DROP

When she had gotten in the back of the farmer's pickup just outside of East Grand Forks, Alice had been alive with excitement. Finally, she was leaving the only town she had ever known! No more life on the edge of a tiny town, surrounded by beet farms and potato fields, and the constant dust from the too-dry ground.

That dust got everywhere. All of her clothes were dingy with it. Her skin always felt gritty at best and muddy when she sweated. And even covering her mouth when she got outside didn't keep it all out. She could taste it, that dead earth taste, just lingering at the back of her throat all the time.

She knew it was worse in the South, where they had taken to calling it the Dust Bowl, but even here, nearly as far north as the United States went, it was still dry and dusty and miserable.

And she had been so excited to leave, to get to a city and start a proper life. But as the farmer's old truck bounced past field after field, each more or less exactly like the others, and nothing looked different from what she was used to, she had found herself bitterly disappointed. Then the rocking of the truck had lulled her off to sleep.

But the changing of the sounds around her woke her with a start. The road under the tires had a different whirr to it now. She looked up and saw steel girders spanning the road overhead.

Then she looked down and saw the river.

We're in Fargo! Alice said to Henry, who was sitting beside her in the back of the truck.

Nearly, he said, finger-combing the dark black hair out of his eyes, but as he was sitting with his