Two
“Amazing s**t, this lizo, ain’t it, Colonel?” Corporal Benji Reyes stomped his booted feet against the hardened five-day-old Matiran version of pavement.
Amazing was an understatement. Lizo formed a hard surface over the dirt road, yet the road retained a natural look. Aesthetically pleasing in a way asphalt had never been. And twenty times more durable. The new roads he and his men were paving now would outlast him by a bunch. They’d still look almost new when April’s great-grandchildren walked these streets. “I’m just relieved to have the dust gone. And no mud when the rains start again next week.”
Reyes chuckled. “Yeah, March. In like a lion, and all that.” He jutted his chin in the direction of a raucous group of youngsters on the opposite side of the street. “This’ll probably b
