Just a small story that is told by a wise person in our little community of Atwood. Back around the turn of the century, there used to sit an old slaughter house. The slaughter house was west of town along the railroad tracks. It was very well known, for quite a few years, a group of gentlemen would gather on Saturday night and talk and partake in little gambling while enjoying a good gulp of whiskey. Little to these guys knew that there was a stakeout happening. They were being studied and a plan was developing. Then one winter night with quite a bit of snow on the ground two younger gentlemen, their age is unknown, entered the property and held them at gunpoint, and tried to rob them. The older guys had one better up their sleeve, and took the guns away from them and stripped them of their coats, shirts, pants and shoes, and made them leave with just their undergarments and walk back to town in the dead winter’s night. One could only imagine the embarrassment they must have felt. Going home with almost nothing on their bodies, and attempting to sneak into the house without detection. I’m not sure if they had to explain themselves to anybody, but I’m almost convinced they would never try this feat of heroism again. Just goes to show you that this time taking justice into you own hands did work.
Posted on: Sat, 17 Aug 2013 03:13:07 +0000
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