They called him Johnny Cement after Johnny Appleseed. Cartoons showed him wearing a coonskin cap, but he'd never owned one. He'd been weaving plant fiber into asphalt for decades. The plants he walked across became the threads of his cloth, which became the cement path behind him.
He'd never used a road he laid. There was always another one that needed laying. But he saw the people use them, on their bikes and in their cars and on their feet. They loved him, and he appreciated their support. There weren't many places in the open for magical men, but he'd found the only one that could have worked for him.
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