With Understanding

July 22, 2013 § Leave a comment

Green weed fields surround the Southwestern plains of Texas as Gerald stepped out of the diesel truck. His steel toe boots hit the dry soil causing a whirlwind of dust. He watched as the lead operator opened the gate ahead. His caravan, only a few cars back, are responsible for closing the gate behind.

“I hear this rancher gets a million dollars a day.” Said Ronnie. Gerald looks at him in disbelief.

“Who said that?”

“The operator.” Ronnie said. “He said he’s got 10 or so skids and about nineteen miles of pipeline. What dumb, fucking luck. His property is right above the Eagle Ford Shale. What’s an old man going to do with all that money. I hear he’s still driving a beaten old pick-up with a mutt in the back.”

The operator drives ahead through the gate. Gerald watched as the rest of the caravan drove through before closing the gate behind. Ronnie stopped the truck to let Gerald back in. He wiped the sweat from his head and grabbed the bottle of water from above the dashboard. His cellphone buzzed. It was a text from his wife. He looked at Ronnie and smiled.

 

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