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Rulon said. “Chuck, you too.”
    Governor Rulon was a big man in every regard, with a round face and a big gut, an unruly shock of silver-flecked brown hair, a quick sloppy smile, and darting eyes. He was a manic presence , exuding energy, his movements quick and impatient. Joe had seen him work a crowd and marveled at the way Rulon could talk with lawyers, politicians, ranchers, or minimum wage clerks in their own particular language. Or, if he chose, in a languageall his own.
    Ward looked at his wristwatch. “We’ve got fifteen minutes before we need to leave for Powell.”
    “A speech for the Community College Commission,” the governorsaid to Joe before settling back in his chair. “They want more money—now that’s a shocker—so they’ll be willing to wait.”
    Joe put his hat crown down on the table. He was suddenly nervous about why he’d been summoned and because there was no way to anticipate what Rulon might do or say. Joe had assumedon the drive into town that it had something to do with the circumstances of his dismissal, but now he wasn’t so sure. It was becoming clear to him by Ward’s manner that the chief of staff didn’t really like the purpose of the meeting, whatever it was.
    “Everybody wants more money,” Rulon said to Joe. “Everybodyhas their hand out. Luckily, I’m able to feed the beast.”
    Joe nodded in recognition of one of the governor’s most familiarcatchphrases. In budget hearings, on the senate floor, at town meetings, Rulon was known for listening for a while, then standing up and shouting, “Feed the beast! Feed the beast!”
    The governor turned his whole attention to Joe, and thrust his face across the table at him. “So you’re a cowboy now, eh?”
    Joe swallowed. “I work for my father-in-law, Bud Longbrake.”
    “Bud’s a good man.” Rulon nodded.
    “I’ve got my résumé out in five states.”
    Rulon shook his head. “Ain’t going to happen.”
    Joe was sure the governor was right. Despite his qualifications,any call to his former boss, Randy Pope, asking for a job reference would be met with Pope’s distorted tales of Joe’s bad attitude, insubordination, and long record of destruction of governmentproperty. Only the last charge was true, Joe thought.
    “Nothing wrong with being a cowboy,” Rulon said.
    “Nope.”
    “Hell, we put one on our license plates. Do you remember when we met?”
    “Yes.”
    “It was at that museum dedication last spring. I took you and your lovely wife for a little drive. How is she, by the way? Marybeth, right?”
    “She’s doing fine,” Joe said, thinking, He remembered her name . “She’s got a company that’s really doing well.”
    “MBP Management.”
    Amazing , Joe thought.
    “And the kids? Two girls?”
    “Sheridan’s fifteen, in ninth grade. Lucy’s ten, in fourth grade.”
    “And they say I have a tough job,” Rulon said. “Beautiful girls. You should be proud. A couple of real pistols.”
    Joe shifted in his chair, disarmed.
    “When we met,” the governor continued, “I gave you a little pop quiz. I asked you if you’d arrest me for fishing without a licenselike you did my predecessor. Do you remember me askingyou that?”
    “Yes,” Joe said, flushing.
    “Do you remember what you said?”
    “I said I’d arrest you.”
    Chuck Ward shot a disapproving glance at Joe when he heard that.
    The governor laughed, sat back. “That impressed me.”
    Joe didn’t know it had. He and Marybeth had debated it at the time.
    Rulon said, “So when we were in the air on the way to Powell,I was reading through a file that is keeping me up nights and I saw the Bighorns and I thought of Joe Pickett. I ordered my pilotto land and told Chuck to go find you. How would you like to work for the state again?”
    Joe didn’t see it coming.
    Chuck Ward squirmed in his chair and looked out the windowat the plane as if he wished he were on it.
    Joe said, “Doing what?”
    Rulon reached out and took a thick manila