My Niece and her husband are
both hard workers, she, in a near-by hospital and he, on their farm. One day
after work, she arrived home to find her husband setting on a chair, with his
elbows firmly planted on the kitchen table with both hands holding his head.
She said, Honey, what’s
wrong? He replied, I didn’t mean to do
it, but this morning, I accidentally shot the rooster, than he added, things
haven’t been going well for me all week, I need to get away from this farm.
She was making coffee and
when it was done, she poured two cups and sat down at the table with him. She
suggested that they go for a long week-end of fishing and he agreed and they started
to make plans, He asked a neighbor to keep an eye on things at the farm and the
neighbor said he would.
It was Friday afternoon, she
had just gotten off work, located her car in the parking lot and had to stop at
a store to pick up a few things. At the farm, her husband had loaded everything
in the pick-up, which had a topper and
was ready to start off. When she arrived at home, they checked every thing to
find out if they were forgetting anything. With a couple of cold drinks and sandwiches
in hand, off they went.
It was over two hundred miles
to the river, where they would camp and fish and it would be dark by the time
they arrived there. As they drove east
on highway 212, the skies were turning gray and surly there would be rain.
Soon after that, they passed
a man, walking and carrying a suitcase, passing him my niece and her husband
looked at each other, wondering if they should stop and give him a ride as it
was about to start raining.
They stopped and waited for
him to catch up. Offering to put the suitcase in the back so they would have
more room, but he said “No” he wanted to keep it on his lap. They ask where he
was going and where he was coming from, but he was reluctant to say much of
anything. It was hard to get him to say anything, so they drove on in silence.
Then it started to rain and
it was like the clouds just opened up and let it all go. The wind was so strong
and raining so hard the windshield wipers couldn’t keep the window clear enough
to see where we were going, so they had to pull off to the side and wait. The
wind stopped blowing and the rain had let up, as they drove on.
Up ahead where a bridge crossed a dry wash,
they saw highway patrol cars with flashing lights. They were stopping all cars
and trucks for some reason. They pulled up behind the last car and waited. When
the car ahead pulled away, their passenger opened the door, jumped out and over
a fence and was running out across the field.
My niece and her husband,
moved their pick-up, on up to where the officers were stationed, while two
officers were chasing and firing guns at the man running across the field. The
field was wet and soggy, which slowed him down, he was caught and returned to
where the road block was. They questioned him but got nothing from him.
That was when my Niece said
that he had a suit case in the pick-up and she went to get it, and it was
placed on the trunk lid of a patrol car. One officer asked what he had in it,
but he made a grab for it, and a highway patrol officer pulled his gun and shot
the man, thinking that he had a gun.
When the suit case was
opened, everyone wanted to see what was in it, and their eyes were as big as
dollars and they appeared to be over whelmed, as what they seen, was unexpected. You will
never guess what they found in that suit case!
It was full of Bull Shit,
just like the rest of this story.
Oct. 19, 2012
By: Ben R. ☺
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