This essay is part of a project I call "Cowboys & Oranges" - a comment on 2 iconic communities - cowboys and migrant workers - living within a small community in Florida's Heartland; their similarities & differences and both, ultimately, for the same outcome: to feed the masses. Here I comment on the storied Migrant Worker - detoured from his life - displaced, lonely, alienated and detached from this vast land of orange groves where, every year, from November 'til May, he chooses, plants, picks, delivers and does the grunt work for the people who can't or won't do it. Albeit, through his own choosing, it is a kind of bondage & all he really wants is to get back home.