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

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they saw was smoke.

A dark puff rose above the hill road. Then the front of the wrecker appeared, red paint faded almost brown, chrome dull, fenders wide as shoulders. The truck came down slowly, heavy and proud, its split windshield flashing in the gray light. On its doors, beneath chipped lettering: WHITAKER TOWING and SALVAGE, RED HOLLOW, MISSOURI.continue reading …

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