He went out, looked at the lake, read the court order, and spit on the land.
“Are you sure?” He asked me.
“Yes.
“Esto no será bonito”.
“No fue bonito cuando lo cavaron”.
Él asintió. “Lo haremos limpio”.
We met at dawn two days later. Curtis brought two bulldozers, a bulldozer, three dump trucks and men who worked quietly because good operators don’t need to narrate power. Harold also came with his clipboard and camera. Ruth Ann told me to document everything, so we did. Photographs before. Photographs during. Copies of the order in three trucks and one in my back pocket.
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El aire era fresco para agosto, aunque no se mantendría así. La niebla se levantó del agua no autorizada. Los pájaros se movieron a lo largo de la orilla, confundidos por el drama humano que se reúne alrededor de su hábitat temporal. Curtis se acercó a mi lado.