Hello, I'm Keith Morrison. Most behaviors, most human behaviors, very deep roots were

all made of the same stuff, after all. Same emotions, good ones, bad ones, tugging at

each one of us. In that way, since there were people. Maybe that's why we call some

stories biblical because those same ancient themes keep coming back and back. And in

this story, in the great central valley of California, those connections are impossible

to miss. This is the inheritance or family business.

There is an Eden in the American West, a wide flat earthen cornucopia whose bounty daily

fills the bellies of millions, whose great farms employ legions of workers and enrich

with their profits families that pass the land down. Father to son, generation after generation.

They live modestly here in California's central valley. Multi-millionaires in crop

dusters and battered pickup trucks deeply conserved in a self-reliant, tough enough to thrive

in a dangerous business that takes guts and brains. Who often lives. Here among the

churning, slashing machinery, the high-voltage power that helps grow the food of life.

Death can take a man unaware. Even on a sleepy summer day.

We just looked up and there he was. Like the day, a little boy burst from the field of

sunflowers next to Brandy Havens place. He was beat red, sweaty. He just covered in

mud, head to toe, he had his tennis shoes in his hands, carrying his shoes. He had been

running barefoot. He said he took him off. I think that he got stuck in the mud in the

sunflowers. Brandy and her kids live in a rambly house next to one of those big farms

in Calusica County, idyllic life out here, quiet, predictable. Until the Saturday afternoon

that little boy appeared like magic from the sunflower field. Couldn't have been more

than seven years old or so. So what do you say? He said that his dad was on fire and he

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