ABSTRACT
Imagine this place: just outside the small farming town of Huron, in California’s San Joaquin Valley. It is a cold February morning, a few moments before dawn. It is 1891.
Sixty, seventy, one hundred men, women, and children gather in eager anticipation on the flat farmland and plains. Some come on horseback or in buggies. Most walk from nearby homes. Boys and men carry clubs, big sticks, rifles, pistols, shotguns, and planks; the smaller boys grasp fist-sized rocks.
