Casagrande

The sun was setting over the San Joaquin Valley, casting a long, amber glow across the dusty yard of Casagrande. To the outside world, it was just a sprawling, weathered ranch house on the edge of a forgotten California town. But to those who carried the name, it was the center of the universe.

Leo reached into his pocket and pulled out the folded document. He laid it on the worn wood of the table. "They want to build a shopping center and three hundred homes. They are offering five million." Casagrande

"I think," Leo said, looking at his mother, "that we have a few more seasons left in us." The sun was setting over the San Joaquin