Harrisburg, the Governor's Mansion.
Bob Campbell hung up the phone. After a moment of silence, he stood up and walked over to a display case on the other side of the office.
Inside the case was a flintlock gun, its barrel rusted and its wooden stock stained black.
It was a weapon his ancestor had used in the Revolutionary War.
He was Pennsylvania old money.
For the Campbell Family, politics wasn't about climbing the social ladder or cashing in power for yachts and mansions.
It was a duty.
A sense of duty stemming from the old aristocratic tradition of elite responsibility.
In his mind, Pennsylvania wasn't just an administrative division. It was his family's estate.
The mountains and rivers, the factories, and the citizens who lived on this land were all part of that estate.
The citizens were his tenants.
