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JUAN FRANCISCO BLANCO
Officer Billy Bob just rolled his eyes, what would his uncle, the
judge think of this menagerie, before he said, “Ma’am, I want to
tell you this, my brother and I, we are on a Mission, too! Let’s go
see the judge, my uncle; he can sort this all out in a few days, I’m
sure of it. Just follow me back to town,” Officer Billy Bob said, as
he turned to walk back to his cruiser.
“Billy Bob, come back here for a moment. I want you to hear
this story,” Officer A.J. yelled to his brother. When Billy Bob
approached, he had used correct police procedure, and stayed
behind his younger brother, believing that there might be big
trouble. He placed his left hand on his brother’s shoulder to
show his support, before asking, “What’s the scoffer got to say
for himself?”
“Go on tell my brother what you told me about some saving
the wild mustangs and poor little burros. He tells me he wants to
pay his fines now, and in…get this...with gold dust. He must think
we were born yesterday.”
“Maybe he does have some gold dust, A.J., let’s take a closer
look. What in the world is this rod tied onto their truck? It looks
like some old stolen archeological...staff? Let’s take it to the
judge.”
A.J. decided to put his big hands on the power staff. Once he
touched the ancient staff that Tital happened to be touching, it
looked like a bolt of lightning had suddenly struck both brothers.
Their eyes rolled back into their heads and their whole bodies
went rigid, and then shook. Bardala, looking out her rearview
mirror saw what was happening, jumped out along with half the
crew and came running back to Tital’s truck.
Tital in his mind had been thinking of how the officers needed
to help him and the crew instead of trying to make him and his