Boxer didn't care he liked keeping to himself. He was the only one on the site who knew construction,Īnd the crews resented him for it.
"Boxer!īoxer flexed the muscles of his massive arms, pretending not to hear. He heard a crunch of footsteps behind him and turned to see the foreman approaching, face caked in dust and sweat. The bucket flexed, stopped suddenly with a squeal of hydraulics, then startedĪgain, swinging this way and that.
The brick rubble of the old tenement block. Boxer stood there, beefy arms folded, watching as the big bucket bit into Maybe it was a union thing maybe he was friends with somebody either way, he was jerking the machineĪround like it was his first day at Queens Vo-Tech. Worst of all, the guy handling the Cat didn't know jack about P EE-W EE B OXER SURVEYED THE JOBSITE WITH DISGUST.
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