“I didn’t do anything. I didn’t do anything.” The man’s pleas fell on deaf ears as the sheriff dragged him to the patrol car by the scruff of his tee. His eyes were as round as saucers as he gazed up in fear at the sheriff.
“I didn’t do anything, please, you have to believe me.” He continued pleading, putting his two hands together in a form of supplication, but the sheriff was not hearing it. When the man saw his pleas were falling on deaf ears, he resorted to stubbornness by digging his heels in the ground and refusing to move, so the sheriff beckoned on Dustin who lifted him, clear, off the ground, and carried him inside the patrol car, and dumped him on the back seat.
“Where are we going? Am I being arrested? This isn’t right, I didn’t do nothing.” The man’s voice had become petul
