“The hydraulics on unit four are leaking again, Raymond,” Miller said, pointing his greasy pen at the boom arm.

Before I could mark the sheet, a silver sedan pulled up next to the tool shed.

Garrett climbed out holding the stainless steel travel thermos.

He walked straight across the gravel toward us, his silver wristwatch catching the yard lights.

“You got out here early, Dad,” Garrett said, unscrewing the heavy lid that doubled as a cup.

Steam rose into his face in the gray morning light.

“Drink this before the morning crew meeting.