Chapter 1: The Gate Linda Would Not Open “Drive it through.” The spray-rig operator looked at James Williams, then at Linda Green, who was standing directly in front of the locked steel gate with the key in her fist. The diesel engine idled behind them, low and heavy. A folded boom stretched above the machine…
Chapter 1: The Pole Above Christopher’s Equipment Yard The camera head swung over Christopher Hill’s cattle gate before anyone bothered to tell him what it was for. He was halfway across the equipment yard with a grease gun in one hand when the boom lift rose above the weathered fence line. A worker in a…
Chapter 1: The Harvest Truck Stopped at the Old Iron Gate Dennis Roberts’s pickup was sideways across the gravel lane before Stephen Martin reached the old iron gate. Stephen saw it from the cab of the hay truck and took his foot off the accelerator. Behind him, twenty-four tightly packed round bales sat two rows…
Chapter 1: Nineteen Mornings at the Same Farm Gate The livestock hauler was already backing traffic onto the county road when Jeffrey Martin saw Patrick White’s pickup sitting sideways across the farm entrance. Jeffrey stopped his own truck twenty yards inside the gate and looked from the long silver livestock trailer to Patrick’s dark pickup,…
Chapter 1: The Bicycle Beside Six Expensive Pickups Jessica Baker looked from Brian Lewis’s bicycle to the row of pickups outside the machinery shed and laughed before he had both feet on the gravel. “You ride that thing twelve miles out here?” Brian slid the cable lock through the rear wheel. “Eleven and a half.”…
Chapter 1: The Key Turned in a Lock She Never Should Have Had Thomas Mitchell’s phone vibrated against the tractor console, and the first thing he saw on the screen was his workshop door moving. He stopped the tractor so abruptly that the rake behind him shuddered in the cut hay. The alert was only…
Chapter 1: The Grader Was Already Past Her Gate The grader blade was already six feet past Anna Walker’s gate when she stepped into the lane and raised one hand. The operator saw her late. The machine lurched to a stop with its front blade angled toward the shallow strip of grass that had always…
Chapter 1: The Excavator Was Waiting Beside His Headgate The excavator bucket hung six feet above William Wright’s irrigation ditch when he stepped out of his pickup. It was not digging yet. That was the only reason he kept walking instead of shouting. The machine sat on the narrow strip between his hayfield and the…
Chapter 1: The Hay Bales Had Not Moved in Four Years Catherine Hall took the photograph before Gary Williams had even climbed down from the tractor. He saw her through the dusty rear glass of the cab, standing at the bend in the gravel lane with one hand on her hip and her phone raised…
Chapter 1: The Nativity Was Gone Before Sunrise Dennis Harris saw the cedar stable disappear into the back of the pickup before he understood why anybody was touching it. He had come down the lane in his barn coat with one glove tucked under his arm, expecting to check the water trough before feeding. Instead,…