how to treat you.
On day twenty-two, I called Curtis Hale.
Curtis owned Hale Earthworks and had been moving dirt across three counties for more than thirty years. He was a compact man with a gray beard, heavy hands, and a voice that rarely rose above a gravelly murmur. He had buried water lines, built farm ponds, repaired washed-out roads, cleared storm damage, and once moved an entire hillside back where it belonged after a developer learned drainage the hard way.
He came out, looked at the lake, read the
