I was taking Rylea on our evening walk. I'd just turned off the paved road onto the dirt road down between the cotton fields that we like to walk on. I hadn't gotten very far when I saw a vehicle traveling towards me at a high rate of speed.
"He's in a hurry," I thought.
As the vehicle got closer, I saw that it was the K9 unit of the local police department. He passed me, and continued down the road at a breakneck pace. We stared after him, then kept on walking. After about 20 more yards, I let Rylea off her leash so she could run.
A few seconds later, I looked over my shoulder and saw another vehicle traveling in the opposite direction at a high rate of speed. I reached down to grab Rylea because, well, she's already been run over twice. About that time, the vehicle pulled along side me and stopped. The guy driving leaned out the window and told me they were hunting a fugitive, and it probably wasn't a good idea for me to be walking back there.
Deciding that discretion was the better part, I leashed Rylea and we went back home. I haven't heard anything more, but will probably stick to the paved roads until I find out if they caught him.
The good news is, the azaleas are in full bloom.