“It was too far to see the rank insignia on his uniform. From the way he carried himself, I assumed he was in charge of the five other men I could see. "I'm the sheriff. I need to get back to town," I yelled across the distance. I sincerely hoped this was going to turn out better than yesterday's interactions with the federal government. "Why aren't you in a patrol car?" he called back suspiciously. "It's a long story," I replied. "You can see that I'm in uniform though, and I have a...n ID card in my wallet if you want to inspect it.” I wasn’t happy about how the morning was shaping up. "Leave your gun and bring your ID to me. Tell your partner to wait in the truck." He wasn't taking any chances. I didn't blame him for being cautious. "Wait in the truck. I'll be back,” I said to Matt. I slowly crossed the distance, keeping my hands away from my body with my palms facing forward. I didn't want to give any of them a reason to shoot me. I stopped a couple feet short of the soldier, who appeared to be a sergeant from his insignia.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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