Friday, October 15, 2010

Indian country

I live in New Mexico, close to the Arizona state line.

I read in the local paper where this guy came in at midnight and robbed the 7-11 store with a gun. And while he was looting the store, the clerk called the cops. Well, the cop must have been just down the block because the cop pulls in the driveway just as the robber is running out of the store.

Gunfight ensues. The cop takes a few non-lethal rounds and goes down. The robber gets one in the leg and is hopping around with an empty gun. There are two Navajo boys in the parking lot trying to get their car started. They go over to the wounded bandit and beat him to the ground and leave him for dead and go back to working on their car.

Soon the parking lot is filled with cop cars and flashing lights, tending to their downed brother and one walks over to the Indian boys to thank them and asks them if they need any help. They ask the cop if he has a flashlight, that would be helpful.

You can't make this stuff up.


3 comments:

Sarge Charlie said...

good one Max

Empress Bee (of the High Sea) said...

you gotta' love an indian, sounds a lot like a good ole' redneck to me, they would have done the same thing!

smiles, bee
xoxoxoxoxoxo

Relax Max said...

Hi guys. I think you are right about the rednecks, Bee. :)