Meh. If you're a one-horse town in the middle of god-forsaken nowhere, you take the industry that comes along or you die anyway. I sincerely doubt anyone but oil men and roughnecks are lining up to live in Almont, ND.
Boom/bust economies seem to work alright in west Texas. It's not exactly stable, but we've got cities and everything...
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This was no time for half measures. He was a captain, godsdammit. An officer.
Things like this didn't present a problem for an officer. Officers had a tried and
tested way of solving problems like this. It was called a sergeant.
-Terry Pratchett, Guards! Guards!
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