The Deputy had no chance…..,
He was looking the other way….,
As the punk shot him….,
At point blank range…,
Then turned and ran away….,
The Sherriff found him later….,
Hiding in the woods…..,
The punk pulled his gun….,
Got off a round…..,
And began to run…,
The Sherriff took aim….,
And nailed him….,
Right through the neck….,
Which killed him instantly…..! ! !
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