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Road Kill

            But  that  didn’t  happen.  The  next  instant  the  attacker  flipped
        through  the  air  and  came  crashing  down  in  a  heap.  Labelle  stood
        over him while Sherrie continued to scream. Then Fassner arrived. I
        waited  no  longer.  How  long  it  took  me  to  get  back  to  the  ranger
        station I cannot say, but I had some trouble gasping out what I had
        witnessed once I got there. The ranger radioed for more police and
        then I must have passed out on the platform for a few minutes. I’m
        not very athletic, and all that running back and forth left me totally
        exhausted.

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            The siren of an arriving  police  car stirred me  to a kind  of  half-
        wakefulness.  As  in  a  dream  I  looked  down  upon  a  scene  of  total
        unreality—to me, at least. The parking lot was in chaos. Visitors and
        police  mingled  in  no  apparent  pattern,  with  flashing  lights  and
        distorted police radio broadcasts adding to the confusion. Then I saw
        Brad Fassner coming down the trail, his beefy right arm grasping the
        collar of someone whose wrists  were  obviously handcuffed  behind
        his  back.  It  was  Labelle’s  attacker,  and  I  recognized  him  instantly:
        Ronny Knowles.
            Fassner  turned  his  prisoner  over  to  a  uniformed  officer,  who
        unceremoniously shoved the boy into the back seat of a police car.
        The detective then looked back in the direction from which he had
        come,  and  I  saw  Labelle  and  Sherrie  walking  slowly  toward  him.
        Sherrie was sobbing convulsively, tears and dust making a mess of
        her makeup.  Labelle’s mouth was a tight thin line, and her eyes were
        clearly  focused  on  the  squad  car  now  bearing  its  prisoner  slowly
        through a crowd of curious onlookers toward the park exit.
            I managed to stand up without blacking out. Sherrie Cook was also
        being escorted off the premises by the police, but with a bit more
        gentleness  than  her  boyfriend.  Fassner  said  something  to  Labelle,
        who  shook  her  head  and  pointed  to  a  row  of  parked  cars.  He
        shrugged  and walked away, shaking his own  head.  She glanced my
        way  and waved, then  came  briskly up the  stairs  to join  me  on the
        platform.




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