Chapters (48)
- Cover
- The Bad Man
- Epigraph
- PROLOGUEBLOOD
- PART ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- PART TWO
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- PART THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- EPILOGUE
- Acknowledgments
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When he got to the small paragraph on the project’s financing, he could hardly believe his eyes. A construction cost estimate has been prepared in accordance with FERC requirements, it read. Total cost is estimated at $1,000,000,000, including purchase of land and mining rights.
That was a hell of a lot of zeros.
Of course, he thought. You’ve been around this stuff before, you know how much it costs. But even knowing ballpark figures, the final sum was more than a little terrifying.
From the correspondence file, he pieced together what had happened to the access roads. The only original roads to the spot were the old dirt path previously used for the mines, which had not been kept up since they ceased operation, and a logging track running nearby, which was wider and in slightly better shape.
They ended up cleaning and using the logging track, since updating the old path would take greater effort.
He wondered how they had gotten around the permits regarding proper access. The engineer had probably been working towards a deadline, and bet on being able to use the logging track almost immediately, and so he worked around it somehow. He was probably right, but when the first heavy storm blew in, the track became impassable, and they got into trouble. Still, it would take an awful lot of work (and money, he figured) to get around those permits.
Right now, the most important thing seemed to be satisfying the FERC that the plant would continue to comply with their regulations regarding environmental concerns. According to the correspondence in July and August, there was a significant amount of sludge coming downriver from the construction by the end of the summer, and the FERC was also probably worried about the work that was to be done to get the road into shape. They had to comply with regulations in the license and environmental permits anyway, or they’d lose the project.
“Daddy, will you read me the story about the magic bone before I go to bed?” David looked up and his daughter stood before him, her dark brown hair still dripping from the bath. Helen appeared behind her in the navy blue robe, toweling her own hair.
“Don’t you know that one by now, honey? We’ve read it every night for the past three days.”
“But it’s good, Daddy, and I can follow the pages,” she said, obviously proud of her new ability.
“Come on, Daddy,” Helen said. “You promised.”
David took one last look at the summary file, and then dropped it onto the table. Hydro Development and the FERC would have to wait just a little bit longer.