A man was leaning into his backseat, buckling in a toddler. “Hey there,” Eli called. The man looked up, annoyed. “Yeah?” “You’re parked on private property,” Eli said. “This is a working field.”
“I’ll be gone in a minute,” the man said, not even pretending to apologize. “You ran over a crop row,” Eli said, pointing. The man glanced at the dirt. “Didn’t see anything there.” Eli opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came out.