“I asked Arthur Vance about that eighteen hundred on Friday morning after the shift ended,” Martha said softly.

“By five o’clock that afternoon, he had two men empty my storage locker and lock me out of the crew housing.”

Nathaniel pulled the clogged fuel filter free and dropped it onto a rag on the fender.

“Did Arthur give you an official legal notice before he put you out?” Nathaniel asked.

“He stuck a blue paper in my coat pocket,” Martha said, her jaw tight.

“He told me if I complained to the labor board, he’d make sure no commercial general contractor in Lancaster County ever put me on a job board again.”