Justin parked at Lucy’s trailer—two state cruisers and the Sherriff’s SUV surrounded him.
Cuffed to a chair in the Denton Sherriff’s Office, he faced another bogus accusation.
“A witness puts you holding up the Shop and Save at 10:00 tonight.” The Sherriff was lying.
“They pick me out a lineup I don’t remember?”
Tattooed hands and a white pickup were all the clerk gave them—that described most males in the area. He now wore a jacket with “dragons” on the back, a getup the clerk would have remembered.
The Sherriff decided this cowboy wasn’t so dumb after all.
Cuffed to a chair in the Denton Sherriff’s Office, he faced another bogus accusation.
“A witness puts you holding up the Shop and Save at 10:00 tonight.” The Sherriff was lying.
“They pick me out a lineup I don’t remember?”
Tattooed hands and a white pickup were all the clerk gave them—that described most males in the area. He now wore a jacket with “dragons” on the back, a getup the clerk would have remembered.
The Sherriff decided this cowboy wasn’t so dumb after all.
