After a decade, he and his wife, Maria, opened a convenience store in nearby Conesville, a tiny town surrounded by melon fields.

They'd been lucky enough to find a melon field, with a few nearly ripe fruits and a small orchard with something like apples.

The pair were standing in the middle of the melon field, which filled one small corner of Teldin's land.

"Now, you sure you can handle that melon field?"

He stood in the remains of the melon field, immature fruits, reduced to green pulp, squashed under his feet.

Dust from the melon field started to blow past as the growing fire sucked air into the room.

They readily visit melon fields during the summer months.

Farmers lie under brush shelters hiding from the blistering sun while they guard their melon fields from thieves.

It seemed to him that our melon field could be more profitably employed.

The rest of it was in the melon field opposite the house.