Engineers Swore Nothing Could Move The Sunken Rig Until An Old Man Started His Nineteen Forty Nine Wrecker

a seventy-three-year-old man.

Then the rig moved uphill.

One foot. Two. The rear tires climbed the logs. Mud exploded from beneath them. “Now!” Hank shouted. Matthew waved his arms. “Pull! Pull!”

Hank gave Ruthie everything.

The Diamond T bellowed like something alive.

The rig crawled out of the hole. Not smoothly. Not gracefully. It came out sideways, continue reading …