“How long before civilization cuts all them down?” Cam wondered.
“Not for a few years,” Johnny said back over his shoulder. “I hear that in the Pacific North West they cut a whole mountainside and clear the logs in only a day or so. They don’t even cutthe trees. They plow them over till they snap. Supply will never keep up with demand. We’ll have the whole planet buzz-cut one of these days.”
After about fifteen or twenty minutes, they came to an opening in the trees that contained a half dozen cabins camouflaged by the branches. There was also an assortment of cars, machinery, and crates. All were covered with camouflage tarps.
Johnny turned to Dave. “I got a text from Blake. I hope I translated it correctly. He wanted four kilos of coke and five thousand packs of crystal. Also fifteen pillows. Right?”