The following Friday dawned bright and muggy. It was now officially August, and the grapes had begun to ripen until they’d be ready in October. They would know for certain what the harvest would look like come the fall. Adam awoke that morning, grim-faced and hoping that he’d been wrong about how bad the crop was. Maybe once they harvested it, it would look better than expected.
But getting to River’s Bend that morning, he saw the look on Chris’s face, and he knew things weren’t good. He followed his manager out into the fields, and they looked at the vines. The number of green grapes beginning to turn into purple ones was disheartening. It was still early days, though, and all they could do was wait and see what the crop yielded in October.
Today, though, Adam could only see River’s Ben
