There is the meatiest, dripping with juice, rumor that is floating around town. I've heard it from three widely varied sources: from my mother via her bridge group; from the connivence store clerk; at the cafe where I eat lunch. Three highly secure sources for accurate news, and an interesting study on how information is decimated in the sticks.
The story has been the same at all three tellings.
A worker at a local for profit charity, that is owned by a local wealthy minister, was wandering around the building where he was employed while on break. He opened the door to a back room and was greeted by by men drawing guns and telling him to go back to work. The following day the worker was let go from his employment, angered he started making phone calls.
Later through information gleaned from one of the charity's drivers, the government raided the minister's properties, and arrested him for drug trafficking, along with his fellow conspirators the chief of police and the ex-sheriff.
The news has been silent.
If it is true, oh my god I live in such a corrupt little redneck town, William Faulkner couldn't have come up with a better plot. And if it's not, my god this town is full rubes so green P.T. Barnum would have felt pity.