I fiddled with my guns while listening to the songs of the workers. The sun made my head throb. I shouldn’t have broken the seal on that 20-year-old cognac last night. Dipping my bandana in the spring water, I could still hear music thumping, or was that my headache? No, it wasn’t either. I cupped my ear to listen better. Then I looked up and realized it was a mob of angry people from the fields charging with their children in tow. Blinking profusely, was this a dream? It was real! They were wide-eyed and mean and coming for me!