“Way I like to explain it . . . you and your friends are a blighted crop.” He motioned out the window, into the darkness of the cornfields to either side of them. “That’s why we didn’t have a choice. If a farmer has fungus or beetles or any other scourge, it spreads if you don’t take steps to eliminate it. Cut and cull. Root out the problem. Burn the whole harvest if you have to, lose the crop to save the land. Then let the field lie fallow for a couple seasons.”
