Big Iron

Previously

…I stood back, my chest heaving, a wide, triumphant grin stretching across my face. The engine was still a long way from running, still a mess of grime and corroded parts, but it was no longer a solid block of metal. It was a mechanical heart that had begun to beat once more. Beneath the rust, beneath the decay, the life was still there, waiting to be awakened. And I, Troy Forbes, was the one who was going to do it. The mountain still loomed, but I had taken a significant step, and the view from here was promising.