Zone he later implied that roberto had messed with the Drug Cartel. But maybe the truth lay with The Farms owners. A wealthy clan known for Harvesting Rice and resentment. I wish that there werent so much Hate And Anger in our family. One family seemingly held a grudge against the victim. He always had something mean to say, he hated him. Another whodunnit for investigators. Who chases the police . But who is hiding the darkest of secrets . I Got Chills going through the back of my neck, this is not happening right. Now a Blank Sheet of paper hiding a diabolical clue. I felt monies and started screaming. Screaming. An eden in the american west. A wide, flat, Earthen Cornucopia whose bounty there is a need in the american west. A wide and flat cornucopia whose belly fills millions. Whose farms employ millions and enriched with the profits they passed along down. A father decision, generation to generation. They live modestly here in california central valley. Multi millionaires in Crop
Reaped what he had sewn. He let her know roberto messed with a drug cartel. A wealthy clan known for harvesting rice and resentment. I wish there was not so much hate and anger in our family. One Family Member seemingly held a grudge. He always had something mean to say and the one that hated him. Who chases the police . Reporter who was hiding the darkest of secrets . Chills going in the back of my neck. Reporter a blank sheet of paper hiding a diabolical clue. I fell to my knees and just started screaming. There is an eden in the american west. A wide flat cornacopia. Great farms employ legions of workers and families that pass the land down, father to son, generation after generation. They live modestly here in californias central valley. Multimillionaires and crop dusters in battered pickup trusts, selfreliant and tough enough to thrive in a dangerous business that takes guts and brains and too often lives. Here the high voltage power that helps to grow the food of life. Like the d
i think he got stuck in the mud. brandi and her kids live in a rambling house next to one of those big farms in colusa county. idyllic life out here. quiet, predictable. until the saturday afternoon that little boy appeared. like magic, from the sunflower fields. couldn t have been more than seven years older so. what did he say? he said that his dad was on fire and he needed to call for help. on fire? how could that be? he was serious? he was serious, very serious. once he started to talk, was he making sense? yes. he was able to talk the whole time. answer whatever questions i had. there was no hesitation. randi called 9-1-1, passed along details as related to her by the little boy. as they waited for the fire department to arrive, brandi began tending to the boy. fabian ayala. i took the water to drink and then i rinsed all the mud off and checked under his shirt to see if there were major injuries. were you hurt? no. not at all. this is fabian
resentment. i wish that there weren t so much hate and anger in our family. one family member seemingly held a grudge against the victim. he s always the one that had something mean to say. he was always the one that hated him. another came gunning for investigators. who chases the police? but who was hiding the darkest of secrets? got chills going up the back of my neck. this is not happening right now. a blank sheet of paper hiding a diabolical clue. i fell to my knees and started screaming. i m lester holt and this is dateline. here is keith morrison with family business. there is an eden in the american west. a 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 conservativ
known for harvesting rice and resentment. i wish that there weren t so much hate and anger in our family. one family member seemingly held a grudge against the victim. he s always the one that had something mean to say. he was always the one that hated him. another came gunning for investigators. who chases the police? but who was hiding the darkest of secrets? got chills going up the back of my neck. this is not happening right now. a blank sheet of paper hiding a diabolical clue. i fell to my knees and started screaming. i m lester holt and this is dateline. here is keith morrison with family business. there is an eden in the american west. a 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 pic