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Pickford: “So, there I was, playing a game of blackjack. Having some soders with the guys. Foremen comes in all pissed off at me.”
He tries to sound like an angry drill sergeant, he still sounds a bit rough.
Pickford: ”Are all jackasses deaf or just you! On your feet, grab your gear, your crew just caved themselves in!”
Pickford: “No one heard a thing. Crew wasn’t even scheduled to go in yet. Foreman gave me shit for not being round. Asked him what happened, and he said,”
Pickford: “You got a Smoky Joe amongst your men Pickford! Some idiot chimney puffer went and lit one of them damn cancer sticks and caused an explosion! Probably ain’t got no fur left on his face.”
Lana: “You really remember everything he said there?”
Pickford: “When you got a foremen like ol Mueller, you don’t forget a thing he says.”
Kaari: “Yeah, I don’t think I could ever forget someone calling someone a chimney puffer.”
Lana: “Yeah, and if I ever hear you call me that, you better hope I wasn’t listening.”
He chuckles,
Pickford: “Well, foremen’s tangent aside. I grabbed my tool belt en helmet. Followed the foremen down to where my crew was. Situation was worse than I thought, those bums were screwing around with their lady friends. Tryin to act all tough and show’em round the mines.”
He stops to down another water.
Pickford: “No ‘chimney puffers’ in my crew though. Some jackass was playing with the dynamite.”
Pickford: “Anyway, quite the rough situation. Explosion had rubble rollin and seal’en’em in.”
Pickford: “Spent hours shoveling gravel away only to find more trouble.”
Kaari: “What could possibly make the cave-in worse?”
Pickford: “A second cave-in of course.”
Pickford: “Nah, wasn’t that bad. A solid slab was in our way next.”
Kaari: “Did you have to blow it up?”
Pickford: “Not a chance. Had to bust it up.”
Lana: “What’d you use then? I can’t imagine a pickax would break solid rock.”
Pickford: “You’d be right. Picks are for prying. Foremen had to haul in the power tools.”
Kaari: “Like a jack hammer?"
Pickford: “Nah, rock breakers. Bit smaller, easier to hold.”
Pickford: “Breaks more than rocks too.”
He motions his wrist a bit and winces.
Pickford: “Also kills your hands.”
Lana: “How long did it take to make an exit hole or something for them?”
Pickford: “Oh it wasn’t no hole. Had to break the whole thing down.”
Pickford: “Five hours and eight men.”
Kaari: “Did everyone make it out okay?”
Pickford: “Well, no deaths. Jackass who caused it, knocked himself unconscious. Hauled him out on a stretcher.”
He gets a big smile on his face.
Pickford: “Came busting in for everyone. Tell ya, all dem ladies came rushing to me.”
Then he blushes,
Pickford: “Was how I met my wife, Chloe.”
He slumps over a bit and sighs,
Pickford: “Bless her heart, she was a wonderful gal.”
Pickford: “That’s the story though. Most folks like a happy rescue. What’d you think?”
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