Chapter 1: The Water Was Running Where Nothing Grew By the time Carolyn Martin found her, the mud had reached the tops of Lisa’s boots. Water spread in a dark fan across the lower vegetable field, slipping beneath the straw mulch and pooling around rows that should have been dry. Thick black irrigation hoses lay…
Chapter 1: The Notice in the Floodwater Michael Moore stepped into the flooded field carrying a folded sheet of paper above the water. Rebecca saw him before he called her name. His pale work shirt was still clean, his dark trousers rolled neatly to the knee, his shoes abandoned on the bank beside a sheriff’s…
Chapter 1: The Crates Raymond Ordered Back Ryan Mitchell was throwing the farm’s best-looking carrots to the goats when his father came out of the loading shed and told him to put them back on the truck. The goats surged against the low fence, hooves sinking into the churned mud. A pumpkin rolled from a…
Chapter 1: The Basket Frank Ordered Her to Empty “Dump it.” Frank Hall’s voice carried across the vegetable rows before the first drop of rain fell. Kathleen stopped at the weathered fence with both hands locked around the wicker basket. Lettuce leaves pressed against her forearm. Carrot tops trembled in the wind, and three tomatoes…
Chapter 1: The Seed Sack at the Edge of the Corn Richard’s boot struck the red clover sack before Kathleen could answer. The burlap folded under his heel, then rolled off the field road and burst at one corner. A thin stream of seed spilled into the dust between the corn rows. No one moved….
Chapter 1: The Man Standing Where the Excavator Could Not Dig The excavator bucket stopped six inches above Raymond Miller’s back. Mud sucked at his boots as he twisted around, one hand still wrapped around the long ash handle of his shovel. Above him, the steel teeth hung black with wet soil. A thin stream…
Chapter 1: The Hose Gary Tried to Take Away Gary Carter jerked the green hose so hard it snapped against Sarah’s boot. “Move your foot.” Sarah pressed down harder. The hose ran across the baked yard from the pump shed to the only strip of alfalfa that still held any green. Beyond it, the rest…
Chapter 1: The Water Was Already Moving Backward Charles Martin raised his finger just as the muddy water reached the first row of corn. “There,” he said. “You see what you did?” The water pressed through the grass in a slow brown sheet, carrying shredded leaves and pale husks toward the field. Behind him, three…
Chapter 1: The Key She Refused to Return “Give me the key.” Ronald Davis held out his hand beneath the shadow of the combine, palm up, fingers stiff. Thunder rolled beyond the western fields, low enough to feel through the dry ground. Nancy kept the ignition key closed inside her fist. Behind them, the wheat…
Chapter 1: The Water Was Standing Where the Map Said It Couldn’t Gregory Allen’s finger stopped inches from Samantha Rivera’s face. “You take one more step onto that field,” he said, “and I call the sheriff.” Behind him, brown water covered the low pasture in a sheet broken only by reeds, fence posts, and the…