So the b.h. and I were walking the dogs a little while ago. We went down the hill, across the river, and into town, walking along the railroad tracks where there is a paved path. It has been raining all day, so walking in the woods was out.
We were about halfway to the end when we saw a kid, he couldn't have been more than say, fourteen years old, burst through some bushes and run toward us onto the tracks. Having just passed a couple that seemed to be the same age, I assumed that he was running to catch up to them.
He turned, still running, and started across the road toward the river, slipped and fell forward onto his hands and knees, and then popped up and kept on running. I was about to ask if he was okay when I noticed a cop running from behind him. The kid went over the grass to our right, picked his way through some bushes, and started down the extremely steep riverbank. We kept walking, and when the cop reached us we pointed in the general direction that the kid had gone. When the cop got to the top of the bank, he looked over at us, his palms upward, as if to say "Where'd he go?"
We pointed downward and continued walking. Next thing I know the cop is drawing his gun, and he looks down, shows the kid his gun, and goes
"Get up here. NOW."
We walked a little faster then, even though Wyatt was trying his best to turn around and go home, which would basically have taken us straight back into it. Eventually I wrangled him and we started to jog toward the end of the path. By the time we got there, the cop had already cuffed the kid and another cop in a car had arrived. We did see a dry jacket on the tracks, but we resisted the urge to look in it.