When I was growing up, the oilfields around our area boomed. Then came the oil bust of the eighties. Only the most prolific wells remained in production by the nineties. But now, with high oil prices, rough necks once again roam the plains, and the pump jacks work relentlessly, everywhere from city streets to the cemetery.
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