Part of his leg was amputated seven years ago. He no longer farms. Now he is an educational director at an art museum. Friess sits down with Weaver. The conversation drifts from their childhood to the gypsum mine where Nick's father worked to church, and Weaver makes a crack about phony ministers.
Some preachers are just fine.
Weaver sits back, for once not spring-loaded. He doesn't have to be from Ruby Ridge right now. He is the boy from Jefferson who used to box with NickyFriess in the front yard while both of them tried to impress a girl named Lana. Weaver got a D in government. They both laugh.