“They can try.” Clay lit a cigarette, the flare from his lighter catching the harsh lines of his face. “But I’ll tell you something, kid. My granddad was a wildcatter. He used to say there are two kinds of people in this business: those who make money, and those who sleep at night. I’ve been the first one. Tonight, I’m the second.”
“Move the pad,” Clay said.
“That’s not on any survey,” Luis said nervously. “We run the dozer another forty feet east, we go right over it.” Landman