First part of my novel

Cracked hands reached up and peeled corn from its stalk. The hands owner quickly turned the cob over checking to see if it was okay. After a couple seconds it nodded and put it in a sack on it’s right side. Reaching up again it pulled another off and without even checking threw it into a sack on the left, the ones unfit to eat. The old man continued this grueling work for hours. Just methodically work up and down across several acres worth of corn.

As noon came about, his back sore from the heavy bags, the old man turned and began to walk back across the fields to where he left his lunch. As he passed across rows of corn, their stalks depleted now, red dust clinging to his trousers, his step weary from old age, he thought to himself that this years crop and yielded twice the amount compared to last year's crops. Twice the amount of corn for him and his family to eat and twice the amount from last year to sell and the market. And even the bad ones, which his family couldn't eat could feed the pigs and two horses. The husks would make for better baskets, or things to eat on and help preserve food. The seeds he would dry and plant again in three years.

Not more than a minute away was his horse, a trusty black stallion with a larger white spot on it’s forehead. The horse was quite large, putting it around 18 hands tall. And 24 long.

“Hey there Geld.” The old man patted the horse on it’s head, dust puffing up with each little tap.

“I need to take you to the river and wash you.” Reaching up he took of the sacks and placed them on the horses back. Sitting on a stump not far from the horse he sat down on it and pulled out a peice of bread and some cheese and two apples, one for him and one for his horse.

Sitting there, time silent, there was no noise of bugs for the sun was too hot for them to be active. The rest of the world was asleep, as was normal for when the worlds seems to blister and boil like a lobster in a pot. Noticing that his horse was thirsty and having no canteen for the mighty steed, he grabbed it’s reigns and walked it down to the river.