Simone Martel Driving into Coyote, it’s a straight shot between fields of dusty tomato plants, but the gold tower she’s aiming for is still miles away and the rattling pickup won’t go any faster. “So forget your scheme. Turn the truck around, come back and do some real work.” She hears her dad jeering, sees her brothers nodding. Off the freeway at last, she circles the block twice before finding the entrance to the...