The Monkey Wrench Gang

by Edward Abbey

“Who knows what ears those shadows have.”

hoist them off their bases and onto the roadway. The sun dropped at last beyond the rim of the plateau. A shadow huge as the state of Connecticut crept across the heat-veiled land of rock, heart of the canyonlands.

“My job is to save the fucking wilderness. I don’t know anything else worth saving. That’s simple, right?”

“It’s a good winch. A Warn winch.