Morning mist rolled through the redwoods, stippling needles, melding with other droplets, and dripping down in a fine rain. This had been going on for millions of years.
It was Saturday, 9 a.m., and Harry Stanton, a short muscular field manager for Pacific Lumber, waited for Vice President Eddie Cox at the demo logging site at the edge of lot 2-86. It was a trailer deposited in a stand of second-growth. Unlike the other field trailers, this office had been sided in redwood slabs, the part of the log that was sheared off when it was squared at the lumber mill. It formed a wavy, rustic “clapboard” on which hung a sign, “Pacific Lumber, a division of Titan. We’re on Your Side.”
Eddie, or Mr. Cox, as they were now required to address him, had said he wanted to meet Stanton there to get a fir
