Ramon liked the desert. It was clean and empty and smelled of sage and sand. He had crossed the border the night before and had twenty miles behind him. With only the clothes on his back and a gallon jug of water, this time he was determined to make it to the big valley and find work in the fields.
Five miles along, he came across the abandoned structure. He was resting in the shade of the building when he heard the drone coming. Ducking inside, he shook with fear until it passed.
A week later, Ramon was picking tomatoes.