Book Three

Roy adjusted the brim on his floppy leather hat to block the two suns from the corner of his eye. Carefully he adjusted his footing on the tree branch. The forty foot tall trees in the Rank Orchard had been picked nearly clean of the softball-sized fruit a week prior, but there had been about a dozen and a half that were not ready to pick at the time. On this day they were ripe enough, and he took it upon himself to finish the job. Having climbed up nearly to ...