Lost in NothingSubmitted by boomslang at 2005-01-13 12:37:44 EST
Rating: 0.88 on 11 ratings (11 reviews) (Review this item) (V)
First off, Sangre Negro, used to be a rich town, but it never grew beyond anything other than a town. There were no nearby rivers, though it could have used one. Being on the edge of a desert people that ended up there would later wonder, how in God’s name did they find this place to begin with. They found oil there before I was born, by the time I was ten, it was all gone.
People had imagined that the money that could be made here would turn the town into a prosperous crossroads at least. Then again, most of these people were the same people that had moved out here and made a claim on the land. You can’t blame them really; most of them were trying to make something out of what little they had.
Thomas Jones had moved out here when he heard about the oil or at least, as soon as he could. He figured where there’s oil, there’s also got to be coal. A gamble his mother’s father had made some forty-odd years ago back out East. If all the talk was true, about how rich Sangre Negro could someday be, its future might go hand and hand with his. His future in the East had dried up a long time ago, and if he was going to make something of himself, ever, this was his last chance.
Jones got to town in just enough time for the oil business to sink, making his new investments in land, tools, and people, almost worthless, which was fine by him because he didn't have much money anyways. Most of the people left town, and he was left with a crew of about 16 men. There was still one general store left in town and he immediately spent the rest of his money on a half interest in it. Now he was locked in, with not much room to move, and certainly one hell of a job cut out for him.
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