Resolute. Rippling with heat. Railing against fatigue.
Unceasing and often unseen, they labor deep in the trenches.
Mercenaries in the muck. Brawlers in blackened dirt.
Not just for three hours. Not just when the lights are bright.
These are the scratching, grinding, never-bending few.
The Houston Roughnecks. Going to work for you. February 2020.