Leo stood at the top waiting. He wiped his forehead with the back of his shirt sleeve and grinned, yelled something to one of the other men working the belt. Adam tipped the load, letting it pour in. He backed up the forklift, spun it around and set the empty bin back on the trailer. Loren waved from the seat of the tractor and moved out, the trailer of empty bins following along behind. Adam parked the forklift off to the side of the yard, out of the way of incoming traffic and hopped down. Nearly all the grapes had been brought in, except for Margaret’s field. Loren was going out to bring in the rest of what had been picked, and then the crew would come in for lunch. He looked up at the sky from under the bill of his cap. The sun was nearly straight up. It had already been a long day and it was only noon. He couldn’t remember the last time he was so tired. He blew out a weary sigh, pulled his cap off, scratched his head and slapped it back on again. He was beginning to think accounting might just be his dream job after all.
