Engineers Swore Nothing Could Move The Sunken Rig Until An Old Man Started His Nineteen Forty Nine Wrecker

step. He crouched at the edge of the timber mats and studied the mud line, the angle of the frame, the chain marks already cut into the matting, and the tiny stream of water trickling under the rear tires. He picked up a clump of mud and squeezed it in his fist. It ran between his fingers like cake batter.

“Bottom’s gone,” he said.

Matthew knelt beside continue reading …