Fateful Harvest
The True Story of a Small Town, a Global Industry, and a Toxic Secret
Chapter One
Small-Town Stories
One night a decade earlier, as farm families were settling down in homes set back from the highway, Patty Martin drove across the bridge spanning the Columbia River and up to the plateau leading to the Quincy Valley. Cows stood quiet in the gloaming. The Milky Way glimmered in the sky. Patty could see a row of lights marking Quincy from five miles up the road.
Patty was coming home, after years far away, home again to Quincy, bringing a husband and two healthy, brown-eyed children. The cat was going crazy in Patty's car, but the children, five and two, were asleep. Glenn Martin followed in a truck with Shep, the family dog, lying quietly on the seat beside him.
Patty had spent much of her life on the move. She'd been born on Hamilton Air Force Base in California on November 6, 1956. Alfred and Erika Naigle had four sons and then Patty, followed by two other daughters. Al Naigle was a Strategic Air Command radar ... read full excerpt from: Fateful Harvest ebook