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The locals laughed, louder this time. But the creek was getting closer. The bank beneath the rig had started slumping, peeling away in muddy slices. Water licked at the rear tire.
Hank saw it. So did Matthew. “We need to change the angle,” Matthew said.
Hank nodded once. “You’re learning.”
They reset the blocks. It took twenty minutes they did not have.continue reading …
