“I’m no good at this,” Yakecen complained for the dozenth time in two hours, a grumble in his voice. There was no sure way to know how Yakecen meant his words, because they faced opposite walls, hands buried in the beans.
Eli broke into a spontaneous grin. The truth was, Yakecen really did suck at this farming business, no matter how many times he or the rest of the crew tried to help him with it. Eli put it down to his desert home. How could anyone grow anything in all the sand and heat? Sure, he’d heard of cactus and scrub brush, but mostly the thought of anything growing in Arizona boggled his mind.
The beans were much more forgiving of mistakes, which was why they all agreed Yakecen should work with them. It was a travesty, of course. Yakecen was no hand at green, growing things. Onl
