ashes of bluebird - prologue
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This is an excerpt fromAshes of Bluebird.
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I never would have imagined that my life would
end where it began, on Bluebird Road.
Just east of this blight, kids feel safe to run and play
after dark. Its where I learned to ride a bike, hitch up a
team of plow horses, and throw a curveball with my
brother. East of our farm stands the little white
clapboard church where I was taught to praya skill I
would practice every day of my life, especially during
times like this.
How ironichow absolutelyso like me was it
that I was going to die on this road where I had spent
so much of my life?
Memories of my father were on this road
memories of a Ward Cleaver brand of working man
who loved his wife and kids and worked at a factory all
day, just to walk behind a team of work horses and
plow a field when he got home. A sweet, honest man
who deserved better than the hand he was dealt. A
gentleman who didnt deserve to be cut down in the
prime of his life. I always imagined that Dad was
looking down on me with a smile, very proud of the
choices I had made and the man I had become, proud
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that I had fulfilled my childhood dream of becoming a
sheriff.
I couldnt allow myself to think about all of this
now. I had to concentrate on the task before me and
think of the deputies I had brought along as backup.
They all had families toofathers who were proud of
them, wives who sent them off to work with a kiss
goodbye, children who bragged to classmates that their
dad wore a badge.
On this night, they deserved to go home to those
families as whole as they left them, and I had to see to
that.
The gravel crunched beneath my boots as I crept
from my car alongside the thick hedgerow lining the
path to the little rundown shack. It was unlikely that I
would be seen or heard since the clouds obscured the
moonlight and the noise coming from the house was
deafening as I got closer.
The people who lived next door had been calling
my office since sundown complaining about the music,
loud laughter, and other unidentified sounds that were
roaring from this joint. I had to take action, and this
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crowd needed to see that I meant business again.
This apparently was a re-start of a business that had
burnedone of a half-dozen of the illegal
establishments that had been set ablaze by rival
bootleggers and gamblers, only to rise from the ashes
and move down the road to taunt me.
Throughout my career in law enforcement, I had
been called many times to investigate this place and a
dozen just like it lining Bluebird Road. The abandoned
and re-purposed hovels housed gamblers, moonshiners,
dog fighters, drug dealers, and hookers. That was on a
peaceful night.
Police never patrolled this area without backup, as
the more sinister elements moved in to mark their
drug trade territory with weapons local law
enforcement couldnt begin to match.
In the decades since our family farm was split in
half by Interstate 40, this western end of the street had
gained a nasty national reputationa notorious
embarrassment to any elected official foolish enough to
think he could make a clean sweep of the rusted out
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single-wide trailers and boarded-up shacks and call it a
day.
I had been elected sheriff on the promise that I
would clean up this area for good, making it safe for
the rest of the neighbors who were law-abiding, hard-
working, blue collar people with mortgages, kids, well-
kept clapboard houses and clipped lawns. These were
taxpayers who had to dodge staggering drunks and
flying bullets as they drove down this road to get to
church on Sunday morning.
It was high time something was done, and it was
time the high sheriff did it. That would be me. I had
found out many years before that this was one
campaign promise that was going to be very difficult
and very dangerous to keep, but I had no intention of
breaking a promise to anyoneleast of all, to myself.
One big raid wasnt going to do the job. I was going
to have to devise a plan that would make life
considerably uncomfortable for these criminals, and I
would have to make small, consistent efforts over a
period of months. In the weeks following the election,
I was consumed with the idea of making Bluebird
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Road the respectful and safe neighborhood I
remembered.
With my deputies parked nearby to watch my back,
I would burst through the door like a bull, using my
double-barrel shotgun or my M-16 rifle as a battering
ram. I would turn over jukeboxes, smash bottles, and
break tables, chairs, and pool cues in half. The business
owners and customers were violent and usually armed.
Add drunk to that rsum, and you can get some idea
of the type of element I was up against.
The purpose of this show was to let them know that
I was a combat veteran, I was armed to my chin, and I
wasnt afraid to come out there by myself to do what
needed to be done.
I would soon learn that my efforts were akin to
using a teaspoon to dip water out of a sinking canoe.
Within hours of making arrests and shutting down
one joint, we would learn another had sprung up to
take its place, leaving the entire department frustrated,
disheartened and angry. The good people who couldnt
afford to leave their homes on this road had long since
given up hope that it could change for the better.
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All of this was getting the best of me on this night. I
didnt realize my emotions were beginning to cloud
what was normally my conservative judgment
regarding safety. As I made my way down the long
path to the house, I was careful to scan the front yard,
which was packed with cars of every description.
License plates from out of the county and out of state
were attached to everything from new luxury cars to
old rusted-out pickups. I was thinking that if all those
people were in that tiny house, it must certainly look
like a fraternity prank in there, and my deputies and I
were going to be dangerously outnumbered.
I recall thinking it was odd that no one was hanging
out in this lot, drinking and talking as they sometimes
did around these types of places.
I carried a .12 gauge, sawed-off, double-barrel
shotgun securely across my chest with my finger on
the trigger as I gingerly crept along. The deputies were
parked all along the road, quietly hidden away in the
shadows awaiting their cue from me.
About fifty yards from the house, I was ready to
give that cue when an ominous-looking, black mass of
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a man sprang from the bushes to my left. In the
darkness, I could barely make out who or what it was,
but then my eyes fixed on the signature bowler hat of
old Legs Stinson.
Legs, a nickname he came by honestly at 6 foot 7,
was a towering fixture in this neighborhood and had
done his fair share of shooting craps, betting on the
ponies and drinking, and had even been caught up in
an arrest or two in his time. He was a friend to law
enforcement, however, and the gentle giant kept me
informed as to what was going down on any given
night in the hood.
Long before there was an organized Neighborhood
Watch program in place, there was Legs Stinson, and
on this night he had come hereor should I say he was
senthereto save my life.
Sheriff, you dont need to be goin down thea now.
They gonna kill ya tonight, Legs whispered with
urgency in his voice Id never heard before.
They brung ovah some fellas from Memphis and
they done set it up to kill ya. Dey waitin in thea for ya
now. Please dont go down thea, Sheriff!
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Legs had a vice grip on my elbow as he begged,
desperately trying to keep me from taking another step
toward what he knew would be the last raid I would
ever lead.
Not a man in the habit of bullshitting, most tips
from Legs were usually right on the mark. And if he
told us who had moonshine and where they were
hiding it, we could take that information to the bank, or
more importantly, to a judge to get a warrant. I knew
he was telling me the truth at this moment, and I was
humbled that he thought enough of me to risk his own
skin to save his friend from getting his head blown off
by a gang of hit men from West Tennessee.
But I was determined to move forward if Legs let
go of my elbow, because my mind was certainly not in
the retreat mode. The fact that I was probably in some
gangsters crosshairs at this point didnt enter into the
equation.
For a moment after hearing Legs warning, I wasnt
giving anythingthat much thought. I felt the heat rising
to my head. I was furious.
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My anger fueled a part of me that Ive always
known was buried deep down in there somewhere
that crazysumbitch battlefield mentality that can
blind a man beyond reason when the adrenaline is
pumping.
I wanted to run toward the house as fast as my feet
could carry me, screaming at the top of my lungs,
firing my shotgun into the air, acting out every bit of
the old guns ablaze clich, but I took a deep breath
and snapped out of it. I had to think of my deputies.
Upon hearing the gunshots, they would have to come
out of their hiding places to protect me and would be
killed in a crazy, confusing hail of fire.
This volatile situation had to be brought down a
notch, or it was going to look as if Al Capone had
thrown up in the parking lot.
Legs stared at me and was probably thinking I had
suffered a stroke, as he waited for me to make my
decision. I managed to nod my head in a feeble thank-
you to the man who was attempting to save me to fight
another day. Giving my elbow one last nudge, Legs
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turned and ducked back into the bushes near a ditch
where he had hidden his car.
Once I saw him drive away, I continued to move
forward as if he had never appeared.
I dont know why I continued to move toward my
guaranteed demise for as long as I did, although Im
sure being totally pissed had a part to play in it.
Suddenly, I just stopped. A cold chill ran over me as
if self-preservation were trying to freeze me in place. I
stood there for a moment, then began slowly to back
my way out in the same tracks I had made going
forward. Somehow, the trip backward seemed longer.
Once inside my patrol car, I radioed the deputies to
tell them the impromptu raid was off for the time
being. The words stuck in my throat. The way I saw it,
calling off the raid when we were thisclose was as
good as going on the ten oclock news and announcing
that I had broken my promise to the people who put me
in office. I would have to think of another way on
another day.
At least I would be alive to draw up an alternate
plan of attack.
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While I was extremely disappointed that I hadnt
accomplished what I had set out to do, with every beat
of my pounding heart, I was thanking God for sending
an angel in the form of a six-and-a-half-foot-tall
African-American affectionately called Legs.
In the following weeks, our intelligence confirmed
what our accurate informantthe makeshift angel
had told us: professional hit men from Memphis were
waiting inside that house with automatic weapons and
shotguns, ready to blast me out of the county as I burst
through the door. We had been called to the house, not
by angry neighbors as we had assumed, but by the very
people who had paid for the hired guns. It was a setup
a setup I survived only because the hand of God was
firmly in the mix as it had been in so many of the
tragedies and triumphs of my life.
So here it is, a book that has been in the making for
more than half of my life. A collection of memories
from just a few of those tragedies and triumphs. The
story of a small town sheriff who has seen more than
his share of close calls, heartbreaking cases, and the
worst humanity can dish out.
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Its an intimate look at how I miraculously rose
from the asheson and off of Bluebird Road.
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