AS THE LATE afternoon sun beat down on his Rock Port, Missouri, farm last May, Brandon Leseberg finished feeding his cows and decided to call it a day. As they often did, his two sons, Louie, 6, and Everett, 3, had tagged along.
As they headed for the house, the two boys ran ahead of their father, who stopped to close the gate. Louie paused at a water spigot atop an old well to quench his thirst. Unknown to the Lesebergs, the board covering the well had, over time, grown brittle. When Louie stepped on it, it caved in.
Brandon had just finished latching the gate when he turned around and saw only his youngest son.
“Where’s Louie?” he shouted.
“He fell in the hole!” Everett said.
Brandon, 37, quickly…