generation after generation. they live modestly here in california's central valley. multimillionaires 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 sunflowers next to brandy's place. >> he was beet red, sweaty, he was just covered in mud head to toe. he had his tennis shoes in his hand. >> carrying his shoes. >> he was running barefoot? >> he said he took them off. i think he got stuck in the mud in the sunflowers.