"The big storm over Amarillo was breathing down our necks now, having reversed itself completely, and I had the choice of flying the canyon, something I would not do in a light plane under any circumstances, or landing on someone's ranch. Suddenly the plane rose just a fraction of a second, then wham! Down she went. I heard a loud crack as I pulled the throttle clear back and nosed her down. There goes a wing, I thought, but Fred...