“Pull it up!” Red shouted over the din, gesturing wildly with his thumb. “Pull it up!”
The drill stopped the unnatural shuddering and started rising out of the bore-hole. Before it was all the way up, reddish brown liquid began spraying out at the edges, then seeping out as the bit cleared the rim.
Someone called from above, “What the hell?”
“That ain’t oil.”
The rig shuddered like in a mild earthquake, then lurched suddenly, almost throwing Red off his feet. He yelled up, “Remember that crazy-ass scientist who told us not to drill here?”
“Still got his number?”