Chapter 5 - Page 46 - Building A Village

   “Good deal,” Jim replied. “While he’s gone, I’ll go back to the hotel and get my stuff.”

   “OK, but I’ll be gone when you get back,” Bujugy told him. “When the driver unhooks from your trailer, go ahead and move in. It will be parked near my office trailer.”

   Jim thought about it and decided he didn’t want to live next to the office. “I think I’d rather have it parked out by the tree line.”

   Bujugy shrugged. “If that’s what you want, that’s where we’ll put it.”

   Jim and Bujugy said their good-byes. As Jim climbed into Fishman’s jeep and fastened his seat belt, he told Fishman to go to the hotel. Fishman nodded, started the jeep, and stomped on the accelerator. The jeep sped down the road. Everyone knew they could only drive ten miles per hour down the road, or the breeze would pick up the dust and blow it all over the area. Fishman had no respect for anyone. As he accelerated to forty miles an hour, dust rolled off his tires and blew across the construction site. Jim could hear men yelling, “Slow down, clown!” as they dusted themselves off.

   Very irritated, Jim said, “Fishman, stop the jeep.” When Fishman brought the jeep to a stop, he insisted, “Now turn the jeep around and drive ten miles per hour over to the drilling rig.” Again, Fishman complied with Jim’s demand, and moments later parked beside the drilling rig.

   Jim got out of the jeep and walked over to talk with the driller.

   “Hi,” the driller replied when he approached, “can I help you?”