The Rice fields were ripe for harvest at the time of sunrise in the distant California horizon. The thick smell of seawater drifting in so creepily from the Coast was so surprising to the farmers that it woke them up from their slumber. The hills rolled on down the way into the valley, touching barely the fields with its shine of sparkling dew. Sure enough, gunfire was heard and a Riot was born. "Ain't never seen no Mob before!" Thomas wimpered. Perry looked at him to recognize him enough to get the picture. "Why you laughing?" Thomas Asked. "Leave him alone! He ain't done nuttin' wrong!"