As he looked at me, I could see   
it. He wasn’t enraged anymore. More    
like maybe Johnson had flipped his     
mind, and then he proved it.           
     “He did leave the scene of an ac- 
cident though. I can’t look the other  
way on that one,” he said thoughtfully,
like he wanted  to change his mind on  
that also, and Johnson gave him the    
opening he needed.                     
     “He saw me, sir, and ran towards  
me. He feared for his life and wanted  
to save those bunnies. By the time he  
got to me, four guys were chasing him. 
One of them had a gun,” Johnson said,  
and almost as an afterthought, added,  
“He also gave me his wallet, sir.”     
     When I got to that part of the    
collar under the dog’s chin, the DA    
could see that the dog was loving it   
and chuckled.                          
*      “I want to see that farm of         
yours.”                                
     I explained that we were keeping a
hurt kitten there for a couple days.   
     “It’s the whole reason we have him
there. Peace and quiet, and beg your   
pardon, sir, but you’re not really my  
idea of..."                            
     It wasn’t the real reason, but it 
was good enough.                       
     “Say no more,” he said and shook  
his head, “I have to tell you, I hated 
you. I really did, but now, and I’m man
enough to admit that I might’ve jumped 
the gun there. So, here’s what I’ll do.
     “I’ll ask  for  five  years’  pro-
bation for the involuntary reckless en-
dangerment and get Detective Johnson   
here assigned as the person you’ll     
report to.                             



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