Taken from Behind

Boiling with resentment, shielded by the dust storm, he dashed out of the thicket, scaling the back of the combined harvester in one explosive leap - Calley sat coolly up front, oblivious in his headphones and Raybans, satellite guided, a modern day cowboy, solo astride a whirring green monster in a sizzling sea of corn.
The rough shaven-headed brute, slipping and sliding for grip clambered over the beast; and reaching the cab ripped open the door, bursting into Calley’s air-conditioned cocoon. The massive machine ground on robotically through the corn cutting a relentless swathe as if nothing was untoward.