P.J. was feeling good, had an extra spring in her step and glimmer in her eyes. Being in the country always made her feel both thankful and alive. The early afternoon sunlight warmed her arms and legs, bared to it by the sleeveless, form-fitting t-shirt and shorts. Although she felt great, she considered that the next few days might be like watching paint dry. Being out here in the middle of the East Texas pineywoods babysitting a crew of redneck water-well-drillers could possibly be boring beyond description.
As they drove in, dispersed in three Dodge trucks, P.J. steeled herself for the usual patronizing "yes, maams" that floated effortlessly, probably since birth, from these young mens mouths. For gods sake, they drove Dodges, she sniffed, eyeing with passion her own bright red Ford F-350 dually.
The first young man out she recognized. It was the master-driller to whom shed spoken the day before, Jimmie Ray. Tall, thin, quiet, he approached P.J. in a kind of sideways motion,...
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