so much fun, Patty drove faster along the park road, ignoring the speed limit and the upcoming stop sign.
Just as the girls turned off the tar leading from the state park, a ranger truck rounded the corner off the gravel. Patty blew through the stop sign and into the path of the ranger truck. The impact knocked the girl’s car onto its side.
“Where’d they come from?” Mike Schmidt blurted out to his fellow conservation officer Charlie Berry, as their car came to a jolting stop, throwing them both against their seat belts.
The two jumped from their vehicle and ran over to the car resting in the ditch.
“Is everyone alright?” Berry said, as he climbed up so that he could see into the driver’s side window.
“I don’t know, I think I broke my arm,” Janice said from the passenger seat. Both girls were jumbled up together, along with the trash that composed a large percentage of the inside of the vehicle.
“I didn’t see you,” Patty said, as she untangled herself from Janice.
“Let’s get you girls out and then worry about that,” Berry said.
The girls climbed out through the driver’s side window.
“My mom is going to kill me, patty moaned, starting to cry.
“Call it in, Charlie.”
A few minutes later a sheriff’s car pulled up, Deputy Larry Swanson stepped out.
“Howdy Mike, Charlie. Running people off the road?” Deputy Larry, Swanson called out. He surveyed the scene and could tell from the girls’ expressions that they were more scared than hurt.
“Actually, more of an accident. That’s a bad turn there,” Charlie said.
“Anybody hurt?”
“Passenger probably has a broken arm.”
The deputy walked over, spoke to the girls, and looked at Janice’s arm.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t see them,” Patty blurted out.
“I wasn’t driving,” Janice quickly said.
“I just said I was driving, Janice,” Patty said.
“Okay, Okay. First, let’s get you both looked at and fix that arm up.” Swanson led the girls to his squad, and put them both in the back seat.
“You guys can get a tow when I call TJ in a minute.”
“Game’s on in an hour, Swanny,” Mike said.
“Yah, Yah, he’ll be right out. Just enjoy nature until he gets here,” Swanson said making a few quick notes. “Failure to yield, kids driving too fast. Good thing nobody was hurt. I’m sure insurance will pay for a new truck.”
“Good thing it was the old truck and not the new one,” Charlie said.
“That at least is something,” Mike said, looking at the smashed front end of his truck. “I didn’t see her, and she didn’t see me, that’s for damn sure,” he added.
“I need to piss,” Charlie said as he walked over to the side of the road.
“Good for you Charlie. I’m sure I would have figured that out,” Mike said.
“I’m like a damn well-oiled machine.” As he unzipped his pants, Charlie glanced down and saw a glass pipe and a scrap of foil.
“Mike, quit throwing your pot pipe on the ground. I’m always picking up after you.”
“Like hell. Those girls throw it down? It looks like it hasn’t been there long.”
The men examined the pipe and some small scraps of residue remaining in the tinfoil.
“That, my friend, ain’t pot,” Mike said.
“What is it?”
“No idea. We’ll drop it off at the bunker and let them figure it out.”
“Fantastic, there’s TJ. Let’s get him to take us first. You know valuable evidence must be delivered to law enforcement.”
“Technically, we’re law enforcement.”
“No, we keep the world safe from wildlife offenders, we’re animal cops. Remember that if you’re ever called to help track an armed felon.”
“Unless he’s dragging a poached deer I’ll leave it to the pros, Mikey.”
“Fantastic.”
The two conservation officers leaned against the counter just inside the sheriff’s station. Deputy Swanson walked over from his desk in the day room where a couple of the other deputies were writing reports. The small glass tube
Just as the girls turned off the tar leading from the state park, a ranger truck rounded the corner off the gravel. Patty blew through the stop sign and into the path of the ranger truck. The impact knocked the girl’s car onto its side.
“Where’d they come from?” Mike Schmidt blurted out to his fellow conservation officer Charlie Berry, as their car came to a jolting stop, throwing them both against their seat belts.
The two jumped from their vehicle and ran over to the car resting in the ditch.
“Is everyone alright?” Berry said, as he climbed up so that he could see into the driver’s side window.
“I don’t know, I think I broke my arm,” Janice said from the passenger seat. Both girls were jumbled up together, along with the trash that composed a large percentage of the inside of the vehicle.
“I didn’t see you,” Patty said, as she untangled herself from Janice.
“Let’s get you girls out and then worry about that,” Berry said.
The girls climbed out through the driver’s side window.
“My mom is going to kill me, patty moaned, starting to cry.
“Call it in, Charlie.”
A few minutes later a sheriff’s car pulled up, Deputy Larry Swanson stepped out.
“Howdy Mike, Charlie. Running people off the road?” Deputy Larry, Swanson called out. He surveyed the scene and could tell from the girls’ expressions that they were more scared than hurt.
“Actually, more of an accident. That’s a bad turn there,” Charlie said.
“Anybody hurt?”
“Passenger probably has a broken arm.”
The deputy walked over, spoke to the girls, and looked at Janice’s arm.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t see them,” Patty blurted out.
“I wasn’t driving,” Janice quickly said.
“I just said I was driving, Janice,” Patty said.
“Okay, Okay. First, let’s get you both looked at and fix that arm up.” Swanson led the girls to his squad, and put them both in the back seat.
“You guys can get a tow when I call TJ in a minute.”
“Game’s on in an hour, Swanny,” Mike said.
“Yah, Yah, he’ll be right out. Just enjoy nature until he gets here,” Swanson said making a few quick notes. “Failure to yield, kids driving too fast. Good thing nobody was hurt. I’m sure insurance will pay for a new truck.”
“Good thing it was the old truck and not the new one,” Charlie said.
“That at least is something,” Mike said, looking at the smashed front end of his truck. “I didn’t see her, and she didn’t see me, that’s for damn sure,” he added.
“I need to piss,” Charlie said as he walked over to the side of the road.
“Good for you Charlie. I’m sure I would have figured that out,” Mike said.
“I’m like a damn well-oiled machine.” As he unzipped his pants, Charlie glanced down and saw a glass pipe and a scrap of foil.
“Mike, quit throwing your pot pipe on the ground. I’m always picking up after you.”
“Like hell. Those girls throw it down? It looks like it hasn’t been there long.”
The men examined the pipe and some small scraps of residue remaining in the tinfoil.
“That, my friend, ain’t pot,” Mike said.
“What is it?”
“No idea. We’ll drop it off at the bunker and let them figure it out.”
“Fantastic, there’s TJ. Let’s get him to take us first. You know valuable evidence must be delivered to law enforcement.”
“Technically, we’re law enforcement.”
“No, we keep the world safe from wildlife offenders, we’re animal cops. Remember that if you’re ever called to help track an armed felon.”
“Unless he’s dragging a poached deer I’ll leave it to the pros, Mikey.”
“Fantastic.”
The two conservation officers leaned against the counter just inside the sheriff’s station. Deputy Swanson walked over from his desk in the day room where a couple of the other deputies were writing reports. The small glass tube
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