10/16/2026
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🛢️ THE DEVIL’S PUMPJACK — Some Wells Should’ve Stayed Dry.
There was an old lease outside town that hadn’t produced a barrel in years.
Everything had been disconnected. Electricity shut off. Flowlines abandoned.
But every night around midnight…
one pumpjack started moving.
An old pumper finally got tired of hearing the stories.
He grabbed his coffee, climbed into his pickup and drove out there alone.
When he reached the lease, the pumpjack was already running.
Slow.
Up.
Down.
Up.
Down.
He checked the electrical box.
Dead.
He checked the motor.
Cold.
Then the pumpjack stopped.
The old man heard something underneath it.
Not machinery.
Breathing.
He dropped his flashlight, climbed back into his pickup and never returned to that lease after dark.
The well was eventually plugged.
The pumpjack was removed.
But some nights, people driving that old county road still swear they can see something moving against the horizon.
Up.
Down.
Up.
Down.
☕ Dust & Diesel Coffee Co.
THE DEVIL’S PUMPJACK
Some wells should’ve stayed dry.