I was talking with my uncle when the beeps came through. Two calls within a matter of moments. It was the Cowboy trying to get through on the other line.
I hesitated to switch over given we had just talked minutes earlier. Surely it could wait, I thought. But two calls. Maybe the shoeing rig finally died. Maybe there was an accident. Something had to be up. It wasn’t like him to pester.
“Can I call you back?” I asked my uncle.
I no more than hung up and a text appeared.
“Pick up your phone,” it read.
I called him back.
“Have you seen the email,” he asked?