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Lucan opened the door and jumped out of the car as soon as Earl skidded to a stop on the bog road.
A group of bulldozers and backhoes were parked in the dirt. Lucan had seen their bright work lights from two miles away and was glad they weren’t too late.
A rugged man in a denim shirt and jeans climbed down from one of the bulldozers.
“Sure took you long enough,” the man said. “We damned near had to plow our way through these Magic Eaters to get here.”
“Thanks for coming, Penrose,” Lucan said. He pointed to the forest. “That way, about a mile into the forest you’ll see it.”
Penrose studied the trees. “Gonna have to tear down some trees to get there.”
“Whatever you have to do,” Lucan said. “Just get your machines in there.”
“Got it, boss.”
Lucan dashed into the forest and motio
