They looked like cops. Uniforms, badges, a light bar flashing blue and red. Convincing enough that I stepped aside the first time they drove through my ranch without permission. The first time I thought it was a mistake. The second time felt like a coincidence. By the sixth time, I understood this was pressure. I’d refused to sell my land.
This was the answer. I put up signs. They drove past them laughing. I installed cameras and one of them waved at the lens like he was posing for a photo. So, I called the sheriff’s office. The dispatcher checked and told me something that changed everything. Sir, we have no units in your area. No units, which meant no real cops.
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