Martinelli said in a thick Italian accent. A gentle breeze rustled what remained, made a shushing sound. He led her along the edge of the wheat field the shorn crop struck her as broken, somehow, devastated. Martinelli came out of the barn and approached her. Behind the house was an orchard, a small vineyard, and a fenced vegetable garden. The farm itself consisted of the house, a big wooden barn, a horse corral, a cow paddock, a hog pen, a chicken coop, and a windmill. Hundreds of acres of harvested wheat fanned out in all directions, a sea of rough burnished gold, with the homestead part taking up a few acres in the middle of it all.Ī driveway cut through the fields, a brown ribbon of dirt bordered by cottonwoods and fencing. Elsa stepped out onto the porch and saw the Martinelli farm in full sunlight.
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