They Ordered the Old Farmhand Off the Harvest Stage—Then Learned Why the Festival Could Not Open Without Him
Chapter 1: The Man Mark Told to Clear the Pavilion “Sir, I need you off the demonstration floor.” Robert Hall heard the voice without looking up. He was kneeling beside the pump-control box at the east end of the harvest pavilion, one knee pressed into sawdust and crushed gravel. A coil of black irrigation hose…
