Dutton and Leavitt pull up to the gate. A man eating a sandwich opens the gate and waves them in.
“It’s a great place to grow pot!” says Leavitt.
“Just a plain old crop of barley” replies Dutton. “Still, it is rather clever, I think.”
They pull up to the ranch house. A sign reads “U.S. DEPARTMENT OF AGRICULTURE – AGRICULTURAL RESEARCH CENTER”
Dutton and Leavitt exit the car and walk toward the office entrance. As they go up the porch stairs, a flashing construction light disturbs Leavitt. She quickly covers her face with her hand.
“Something wrong?” asks Dutton.
“I never liked red lights,” replies Leavitt. “Reminds me of my years in a bordello.” Both doctors laugh and step inside the office.
A man in a Stetson is seated at the front desk. “Howdy,” says the man.
“Howdy Doody,” replies Dutton.
“You got the time?” asks the man in the Stetson.
“My watch stopped at eleven forty-six,” replies Dutton.
“Durn shame,” says the man in the Stetson.