“And they can turn it back into agricultural land?”
“That’s what they claim.”
“Why wouldn’t it be a good thing?”
“Maybe it would.”
“I suppose they’ve got the old records of the prospecting that you did, know just how deep the old dredgers could go, and know just where to go after the stuff they want?”
Pete leaned forward. “Damnedest crudest bunch of salting I ever saw in my life.”
“What do you mean?”
“The drilling they’re doing.”
“They’re doing drilling?” I asked.
“Sure. Down here about a mile and a half. My God, but they’re crude.”