cornucopia whose bounty daily fills the bellies of millions. great farms employ legions of workers and enriched with their profits, families 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 conservative, self-reliant, tough enough to thrive in a dangerous business that takes guts and brains, too often lives. here among the churning, thrashing machinery the power that helps grow the food of life, death can take a man unawares, even on a sleepy summer day. >> we just looked up and there he was. >> like today. a little boy burst from the field of sun flowers next to brandy's place. >> he was beet red, sweaty, he was just covered in mud head to toe.