“You’ll hear it,” Hank said.
He eased the throttle. The engine deepened. The wrecker shuddered. Cable tightened, rising from the mud in a silver line. The oak tree creaked. The rig groaned. Everyone held their breath.
Nothing moved.
Bryce laughed under his breath. “Told you.”
Hank feathered the winch. The old Diamond T did not lurch or spin. It squatted.continue reading …
