Landman

“They can try.” Clay lit a cigarette, the flare from his lighter catching the harsh lines of his face. “But I’ll tell you something, kid. My granddad was a wildcatter. He used to say there are two kinds of people in this business: those who make money, and those who sleep at night. I’ve been the first one. Tonight, I’m the second.”

The next morning, the survey team found a previously unmapped fault line exactly where Clay had said the ground was unstable. No one questioned it. The pad moved. Oil flowed six days later. Landman

“I didn’t stutter.” Clay pulled out a faded orange flag from his truck bed and stuck it in the dirt around the grave in a wide circle. “This plot doesn’t belong to any living soul. No probate. No claim. That means it belongs to God, and God isn’t selling.” “They can try

Luis hesitated. “The company men are gonna chew your ass.” He used to say there are two kinds