Chapter
5 - Page 47 - Building A Village
Jim could tell that the
driller didnt know who he was.
Im Jim Brown, he said.
I own this land. Do you have some
kind of sprinkler system that you could
put on the back of your water
truck?
Yes sir, we have a bar
that goes across the back of the truck,
and the truck has a pump.
Good. Id like
your driver to spray the dirt road down
so it wont be so dusty, Jim
said, then added when the driller
hesitated, Dont worry,
Ill pay extra for it.
The driller brightened.
OK. We need this next load of
water, but Ill send him back to get
some more.
Where is he getting
water from? Jim asked.
Hes loading at
the river. We have a pump down
there.
Jim nodded. He thanked the
driller and got back in the jeep.
Fishman, he said,
lets go to the hotel, but
take it slow.
As Fishman drove them slowly
through the construction site, Jim
counted eight fires blazing. Dust and
smoke filled the air. Several workers had
covered their noses and mouths with
pieces of torn rags. As they passed
through the wooded area, Jim saw workers
chopping away at the undergrowth while
others dragged the brush over to pile it
on a trailer.
Jim and Fishman had very
little to say to each other as the jeep
turned left onto the main road and sped
up to fifty miles per hour. When they got
to the hotel, Jim left Fishman in the
jeep while he went to his room, packed
his bags, and went down to the main desk
to check out. On the way back to the
construction site, Jim had Fishman pull
into a local
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