The pickup was part of the landscape, as old and worn as the rocks. It’s owner, a weathered tree of a man, was smoking a hand-rolled cigarette and staring off into the distance, supposedly listening to Tom.
“Well?” Tom finished.
We knew his experience; if anybody could fix it, it would be him.
The man stubbed the cigarette out on the plate-steel bed of the truck and put the butt into a pouch. His eyes sparkled, belying his age.
“T’ain’t a firewall issue, it’s coding. Y’all can’t just take a datacenter app and think it’ll work in the cloud, now.”
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