Many stone houses now stood at the foot of the mountain. The land below had been cultivated into patches of farmland where everyone was busy working. It was the perfect season for planting corn, and irrigation ditches lined the plots. In the distance, someone was tilling a field. Evelyn Ford asked a young man what they planned to plant there, and he told her it was for cotton, which they could sow as soon as the plowing was done.
Back at the cabin, the changes were immense. In just four short years, many houses had been built in the area. The courtyard was filled with flowers, and the March melons in the vegetable patch were growing beautifully, looking plump and juicy. There was even a small plaza in front of the cabin where a few children were playing. The car stopped, and Evelyn Ford got out, holding her daughter. A little girl about Mia's age ran up to them, tilting her head back to size them up.
"Who are you?"
