It came to pass on a fine Saturday, the kind of day when the sun shines just enough to remind a man he ought to be doing something useful, that a citizen of mysterious intention took it upon himself to challenge the authority of law and custom by sprinting away from a deputy of the Carson City Sheriff’s Office.
This grand ballet of boot leather began near the civilized bounds of Winnie Lane, where a deputy, likely minding his peacekeeping business and perhaps hoping for a quiet afternoon, encountered the fellow. Instead of exchanging pleasantries or offering up the usual excuses, the man sprang like a startled jackrabbit, bolting, prompting the deputy to give chase—a chase that would wind through alleys, leap over fences, and crash through the serene domain of a storage unit facility, where one imagines more than a few rubberneckers got their day’s entertainment.
The man ran with the determination one only sees in gospel preachers or those who’ve just remembered they left the stove burning at home. Persistent as a Sunday sermon, the deputy pursued him, calling for backup when it became clear the suspect wanted to see more of Carson City on foot than most folks do by carriage.
Somewhere near Northgate Lane–amidst a flurry of shouts and badge-bearing folk, the pursuit wound down. The fugitive was finally apprehended near the Ron Wood Center, proving at last that no matter how fast a man may run, he cannot outrun his choices—or the long legs of the law.
No injuries beyond the pride of a man who mistook flight for freedom and ended up with neither. As for the reason behind his exodus, it remains a mystery, though one victim has expressed a desire to press charges.
Curious–and one that proves a man ought to stay still when told—unless he’s aiming to see the inside of the county jail.
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