I push forward fast. Faster than I expected. Faster than Romeo expected. Faster than the four-wheeler expected, because it rears up on two wheels, sending both me and Romeo backward. Romeo lands flat on the ground, I land on top of him, and the four-wheeler charges forward into a cacao tree. Oh, dear God. “Motherfucker,” Romeo says, groaning underneath me and then shoving me to the side so I fall flat on the dirt. He rolls over, revealing a pair of pruning shears with the blade face up. Oh boy, that doesn’t bode well for me.
