Bedford County, in central Pennsylvania.
This was a typical Republican Party stronghold, where vast farmland covered rolling hills.
For the past thirty years, the voters here did only two things: farm, and then cast their votes for Russell Warren, the man who promised to protect their way of life.
But today, the winds were shifting.
In the town's barn meeting room, smoke hung thick in the air.
Ethan sat at one end of a long table, across from a dozen or so farmer representatives in flannel shirts, their skin tanned dark by the sun.
"We're not here to talk politics."
Ethan got straight to the point, pushing a purchase list to the center of the table.
"We're just here to talk business."
The farmers exchanged glances, their eyes filled with suspicion.
After all, politicians from Washington would come by every few years, snap a few photos hugging a cow, and then disappear.
