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Chapter 4

The dust flew as Jon playfully kicked an empty tin can under the wooden walkway. He glanced at the “Military Discount” sign that hung next to the red, white, and blue barber’s pole as he hurried up the stairs. It was time for Jon’s bi-weekly haircut and some friendly jawin’ with his good friend Tom Baldwin, popular barber and President of the County Commission.

Busy sweeping the floor, Tom didn’t notice Jon come in.

Jon looked around, admiring the little shop. Several colognes, scissors, combs, shaving mugs, and the ever present straight razors were lined up on the shelf just behind the chair. A beautiful oval mirror with beveled glass hung above the shelf. Jon glanced toward the back, looking for Tom’s brown and white Bassett hound. He smiled as he spotted the docile hound lying motionless by the back door. The only sign of life from the chubby beast was an occasional swat of the tail.

“Well hello Jon, how the heck are you?” Tom grinned as he caught a glimpse of the big lawman. Commissioner Baldwin looked distinguished in his red plaid vest, white cotton shirt, and black shoe string tie. A pair of small, round lenses hung precariously on the end of his rather long nose.

“I’m just fine, Tom, good to see you again,” Jon replied.

“Sit down Jon, please.” The natty barber pointed to the chair.

Jon’s big body fell into the leather chair; his head nestled into the soft head rest. The breeze from the large black cloth felt good as it flew over Jon’s head.

“You know Jon, I always kind of hate to cut your hair.”