The wind outside was whipping back and forth, which made lighting the cigar difficult. It was starting to look like maybe this unseasonably warm weather had run its course. He hoped not. With this weather, he had been able to get almost an entire second crop out of his tobacco production. He cupped his hand and flipped the lid of his old lighter. A collector’s edition, hand-engraved Zippo. He took a long pull as the flame disappeared into the belly of the rich tobacco. Even after twenty years of his favorite cigar, he still smiled at that first drag. The jangling from the old landline phone forced him to get up from his rocking chair and go back inside. He had been expecting any one of three calls today. He figured this was one of them. He grabbed the handle and answered the same way he had since he could remember. “It’s your dime.” “Gavin, this is Joe.” “Yeah?” There was silence on the line for a few seconds. Finally the governor spoke. “I just had a very interesting phone call.”
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