Meet Frank Cork,  It’s 1929, and  stock markets are churning out millionaires like tomcats siring kittens. Frank has made a killing . .  . but things are about to take a turn for the worse.

  On Black Tuesday, Frank watches from the trading pit as his fortune is wiped out.  It wasn’t that Frank decided to go to the wheat fields that day; rather, it took him a thousand miles to get off the train. 

  Broke and flattened by shame, Frank holes up among hardscrabble settlers on the Canadian Prairies. The renowned trader made his fortune betting on grain. Now he's living in one.