ON THE FARM
Keo Noshahne climbed into the apple box to retrieve the last of the fruit nestled in the corners—an advantage of being only five years old. Four men had drug the box from a wagon only an hour before, heaped with glistening red and green fruit. Leaning out of the box, sorting the last of the fruit into barrels, Keo thought he had shown his older brothers and sister that he could work as hard as they did.
A momentary shadow darkened the apple box and sorting barrels, a shadow which would follow Keo the rest of his life.