Caleb didn't stop. He felt the rough texture of the ears, his hands moving by instinct. While others fumbled for matches, he felt a cob that was smoother, colder than the rest. Even in the dark, he could feel its heat.
"Cheater!" Silas roared, but the crowd was too busy trying to relight their lamps to care. [S1E2] Hard Times at the Huskin Bee
For Caleb, the stakes were higher. His family farm was one bad harvest away from a foreclosure notice. Caleb didn't stop
Caleb stood at the edge of the central barn, his fingers calloused and stained. Beside him sat a mountain of unschucked corn. The rules were simple: the first person to find a rare red ear of corn won the hand of the festival queen for the final dance—and, more importantly, a year’s worth of tax exemptions from the Mayor. Even in the dark, he could feel its heat
