I had been
a local football hero and
then I joined
the Army. I came home to a
parade, and
rumors that I had a dozen
kills. I was
recruited into the police,
force and they
put me on the fast track, until
I became
the youngest Sheriff in the town’s
history.
They wanted an energetic,
they said a
charismatic, force for law and
order. It
apparently was a plus that
I was the
meanest son of a bitch in town.
I had a
nightstick made of solid brass and
I would wave
it at people – cops, criminals,
citizens –
and make them do my bidding. Then
one night I
used that brass club to strike Russell
Diedrich, and
he shot me dead. The powers that
were did all
they could to have Diedrich sent to
death row. But
they failed, because I haunted the
dreams of the
jury foreman and told him that
what I got
was just punishment for my crimes.