Everything was perfect as I got into the next county, but ten minutes later I saw a deputy behind me with his lights on. I looked down at my speedometer. Sure enough, I was driving just under. I pulled on over figurin’ he would go right on by, but son of a gun, he pulled in behind me.
He asked for my license and registration. His name plate said Officer Odell.
“Do you know why I stopped you?” Odell asked.
“No, sir.” I could answer right honestly.
He smiled, bent down, and looked under my truck. I could feel my butt cheeks gettin’ a little tighter. I had hid my friend’s shine in a spare gas tank. Actually, it only looks like a gas tank. It’s always used to haul my moonshine if folks need more than a few quarts.
Officer Odell handed me back my license. “Looks like you’ve got a leak,” he said. “From the smell of it I believe it’s apples. I don’t suppose you want to explain that to me.”
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