Author's note: The result of several conversations over several months between Scribbler and myself.


Jake laughed, and went on checking over the new Cessna. Well, new to Ant Aviation.

“So, what do you say?” Behind Bill, Jimmy and several guys who, a dozen years ago, had been Rangers nodded at him encouragingly.

Jake shook his head. “Go ask Eric.”

“We’re asking you,” Jimmy put in. “Mayor Andersen’s standing down, and we thought… the town needs you.”

Jake snorted. “The town needs someone who doesn’t hate paperwork and won’t take a swing at journalists who annoy him.”


“No.” Jake grimaced. “Not a chance in hell I’m going home and telling Heather I said yes.”

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