DAVID SHOUTED. He’d just made a dive to grab a gopher, but all he had to show for it was a fist full of kale. He’d worked hard to make sure having one eye wasn’t a handicap, but there were times when he couldn’t count on his depth perception, and this was one of them. The little brown bastard was bounding through the crop and if he made it to the football field of wheat, they’d lose him for another day or two. Which meant more plants ruined by his little, gnawing rodent teeth. Thankfully, Will was on the job. Where David had fallen, Will had closed in. He was moving at a good clip, only a foot behind the animal. In the past month, Will had gotten great at catching gophers, among other things. The truth was that David was in awe of his little brother. He’d manage to charm most of the parents, Sam’s dad included, with his scrappiness and his humor. He’d been afraid they’d have a rocky relationship like they’d had in McKinley, but it wasn’t the case. They were getting along and Will was coming into his own right in front of David’s eyes.
