He was not really thinking of anything as he looked around him, at the little group of houses that made up the small community, and then down the grav...l path that snakedits way through the lush hills,and into the thick dark woods beyond, and then at the lake, its waters shimmering in the sun, as the light breeze sent little ripples rolling across its placid surface. He was thinking of how refreshingly cool the water would feel on his skin on such a hot day. As he gazed back toward the road, he. The man is dressed like a thug as he follows her slowly. Baggy khakis and a white tee shirt covered with khakis button up which hangs open. He walks with an air of comfort down here in the alleys. Most likely having well earned the reputation he has. A large knife hangs in it’s sheathe off his belt. He calls out to her now seeing her slow her pace “hey sugar” his deep voice booming from behind her. She hears him not answering having looked over her shoulder. Seeing him there she once more. Oh well.Kevin stumbled into the living room to see Charles in jeans and a t-shirt at the stove frying bacon and eggs and Debby at the kitchen table wearing Kevin’s Rush t-shirt, smoking a cigarette and watching TV. The mystery of the missing t-shirt was solved.“Hey lover!” Debby said when she saw Kevin. Charles looked over with no expression. Debby got up and was on her way to him . . . for a kiss? A hug? Kevin waved her away, rubbing his eyes and walked to the bathroom. Debby knocked on the. Two major items were the 1929 vintage steam-powered Emsco drilling rig that apparently had only been used to drill four holes before it was abandoned in 1941 and the more modern early 1950s diesel powered National T32 rig, which had been used to train a generation of roughnecks.By the time the three of them were ready to leave the Oil Patch, they were impressed with how much each of them had learned and especially about how hard the life of the drilling team had been.This was reinforced later.