Jenna had taken turns with Antonio and Cash and for three solid days they used what Cash named the “contraption” to seed the plowed-up earth. The seeder worked marvelously well and Jenna had never enjoyed planting time as much. She’d been out here each day, working the fields alongside of the men. The rows took shape and soon tiny sprouts would rise up from the ground, absorbing sunshine to grow into stalks of golden grain. Jenna stumbled, feeling slightly weak-kneed, yet she managed to regain her balance before falling flat out as she walked along the edge of the last row. She peered over the farm her parents had tilled with love and named Twin Oaks. “Soon,” she whispered, wiping sweat from her brow, “soon, we’ll have us the greatest harvest ever.” But Jenna’s limbs buckled under and she nearly went down again. The scorching sun beat down with vigor. After the rains that brought new livestock to her farm, the heat wave they’d been experiencing had resumed. Jenna knew it would pass.
