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Around a curve in the track marched several dozen women, many carrying<br />
harvesting scythes. They chanted in unison, their voices ringing: "Land for the peasants!<br />
Rice for the workers! "<br />
Parwati, Naniek and Desak strode in the front row of several dozen women.<br />
Naniek held her scythe high, punctuating the air with its sharp tip in rhythm to the chants.<br />
Parwati's scythe was painted red and decorated with hammer and sickle tassles. The front<br />
tails of Desak's kebaya blouse was pulled apart by her growing belly, the unborn child<br />
she would soon have to feed.<br />
Behind the women swaggered a gang of Communist Youth, loose and loud and<br />
boisterous.<br />
The women crossed a ditch and spread out at the edge of field. Parwati handed the<br />
decorated scythe to Desak, who symbolically cut a ripe stalk. The other women cheered<br />
and moved forward to the harvest.<br />
There suddenly appeared a farmer, sprinting toward them along an irrigation<br />
culvert as he shouted furiously. "What are doing, that is my field!"<br />
Parwati waved a document and loudly proclaimed, "The courts have declared<br />
these plots to be re-distributed."<br />
As they argued, several dozen men rallied out from the distant temple,<br />
brandishing staves and spears. Dharma led them, waving a keris blade.<br />
Emboldened by this reinforcement, the lone farmer snatched the document from<br />
Parwati and stomped it into the ground.<br />
Parwati told the women to keep working.<br />
The farmer grabbed the scythe from Desak and swung it, cutting her forearm. Her<br />
scream set off a chain reaction. Three of the Communist youth boys pulled out their own<br />
knives and fell on the farmer, stabbing him in the chest and stomach. He went down, a<br />
pink-purple loop of intestine spilling out of his belly.<br />
Dharma and his men broke into a sprint, shouting war cries.<br />
The women milled uncertainly around the writhing farmer, and when Dharma's<br />
men were only fifty yards ago, most turned and ran. But not Parwati, not Desak, not<br />
Naniek. They stood shoulder to shoulder with grim faces as Dharma's men bore down on<br />
them.<br />
A police truck roared down the cart lane. Cops spilled out and fired weapons into<br />
the air.<br />
Jesus Christ, Reed thought, why hadn't they been out in force in the first place?<br />
Ignoring the chaos of the fleeing women, Reed sprinted for the three women before<br />
Dharma got to them, but he was too late. Dharma grabbed Desak's bleeding hand and<br />
yanked her toward him. "You want to steal our rice?" he roared, his keris at her throat. It<br />
seemed certain he would stab her, but Naniek lunged for him and slapped the keris down.<br />
Reed jumped between them, uncertain whether he could stop Dharma's fury, but the<br />
farmer did hold up, chuffing like an enraged bull.<br />
"Don't get involved in this," he snarled to Reed.<br />
"This is not how to do this," Reed said. He nodded at the farmer on the ground,<br />
groaned and trying to hold in his entrails. "Get him to the hospital."<br />
A police squad surrounded Desak and Parwati, but Reed was already pulling<br />
Naniek away. Dharma stood still, the keris dangling in his hand, and Reed had time<br />
enough to notice the understanding rising in his eyes.<br />
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