More Trouble In Custer County

       All four tires squalled in raging harmony, as Chief Deputy Mack Daniels pushed his Custer County Patrol car to its absolute mechanical limit, while straightening out the curves on Sheffield Road near the airport. Although in a full power slide at 70 miles an hour, Mack was in complete control. He had made this run thousands of times, but with Winter fast approaching, he could only make a few more before the snow set in. At just the right moment in the apex of the curve, Mack let the bottom fall out of the gas pedal and powered through the curve on his way to 100 mph before reaching the bridge. Ordinarily, a by-the-book lawman, Mack would head out to one of the few curved roads in Custer County for a jolt of adrenaline to break up the monotony of those long red-eye shifts. He was a fairly big guy with a quiet and amiable demeanor, a slow Montana accent, and well liked throughout Custer county. His old man ran a feed store in Miles City for many years and the latest the talk there, at the barber shop, and all around the county was that Mack was sure to be the next sheriff, when Sheriff Peoples finally decided he'd had enough. Cool to the idea at first, Mack was warming up to the notion, but he still abruptly changed the subject whenever it came up in his presence.

     Although public opinion was virtually unanimous, there was a problem. His name was Deputy Slade McCoy and he made it crystal clear that under no circumstances would he work for Mack Daniels. Slade had a few more years with the S.O. than Mack and had been convinced, by his backroad buddies, that he deserved to be the next sheriff. Slade, a big guy himself, was more of a show horse than a work-horse, in the eyes of Mack. Since Slade's first chest hair popped out in Middle School, he put on a dime store gold necklace, parted his hair down the middle, and was convinced that he was born to charm and have his way with women. He had proven his manhood, as they do in Eastern Montana, in the rodeo at the annual County Fair. Slade ruled the rodeo from his Junior year in high school until he was 21. Now, some fifteen years later, he still clung tightly to those glory days and took great joy in retelling, to anyone who would listen, how he won each year, right down to which bull he rode and which woman was with him. Slade was loud, obnoxious, and had an ego so big that even the community grain silos couldn't feed it.

   Mild-mannered Mack, on the other hand, had made a name for himself in the steer wrestling division as a youngster. He was an excellent horseman, a solid roper, and could easily flip over the young calves. He just didn't care for hearing them moan or the look in their eyes after he'd roped up all of their legs. He won the youth calf roping division at the fair when he was eight and nine years old, but after that he never competed again. The next summer he turned ten and began working at his dad's feed store. Over the next few years, he worked his way up from feed store flunkie to his dad's right-hand man, entrusted with every aspect of running the business. It was during those years that Mack came to know most everybody in Custer County. As a deputy, Mack had locked up a fair number of folks, but he didn't consider anyone to be his enemy. He just seemed to have a way with people. He could respond to a nasty domestic dispute and before long, both domestic combatants and Mack would be laughing and telling old tales. And when he absolutely had to make an arrest, Mack preferred to let them ride up front in his patrol car with no cuffs.

   Growing up Mack had never been real keen on how Slade talked to or about women or how he stayed with one about as long as he could ride a bull. The two of them had packed away some old unfinished business from years ago, but this recent sheriff talk brought that old tension much closer to the surface. Sheriff Peoples assigned Mack and Deputy Eno to work as a team many years ago.   Eno's name was a shortened version of his Sioux Indian name, "Enapay," which meant "roars loudly in the face of danger." Wen the Twin Towers in New York were brought down, Mack and Eno were high school seniors. The very day after the attacks they were both late to school, as they had gone and enlisted in the U.S. Marines to go find and fight whoever had done this. They completed boot camp together, Infantry training together, were assigned to the same infantry unit, and soon found themselves headed to the Middle East to fight rag heads. While taking and holding Fallujah, Mack and Eno somehow always found a way to stick together and watch each other's back, even in the heaviest shit. They each honorably served two combat tours in Iraq, but Eno managed to return home with some enemy shrapnel in his left shoulder. Shortly after their return to Custer County in 2005 they began working at the Sheriff's Office.


   His 3am run down Sheffield Road behind him, Chief Deputy Daniels made his way to Waffle House to close out his shift. Around 7am, after a short stop at the Sheriff's office, Deputy Daniels headed to his bachelor pad on the banks of the winding Yellowstone River. He was exhausted from working his cows before his twelve-hour shift, but as he was pulling down his long dusty driveway, dispatch called a "10-107" for any unit in the area to 1460 Pearl Street in Miles City. Mack's whole body got tense, as he sat straight up in his seat. "That's Mandi's house!!" He thought, as he stirred up a dust storm wheeling his truck around and heading back out his driveway to the road. He thought she seemed a little strange the other day, when he saw her at the Steakhouse. She just looked up tight and was eager to talk with him about something, that she couldn't talk about that day. Because of their last names, Mack and Mandi sat next to each other from pre-K through high school, and he had always thought of her as a sister. She was sweet, kind, bubbly, and tenderhearted, and all rolled into an attractive farm-ready Montana frame. They considered each other good friends, but had drifted apart over the decades. Mack knew she was a clerk at the county tag office and Mack suspected it might be a disgruntled tax-payer that was stirring around outside her house. He had no idea what he was about to discover.

   As quiet as things are in Custer County and Miles City, it was common for both city officers and county deputies to respond to city calls. That time of morning, kids were pouring into school just down from Mandi's house, so Mack had to dial down his speed, as he turned onto Pearl Street. He was the second officer to arrive and he noticed Slade's truck already at the house and assumed he had simply driven his private vehicle to help out at the scene. Mack exited his car and immediately heard shouting and screaming from inside Mandi's house and his heart began pounding heavily, as he made his way to the front door. Deputy Eno pulled up and motioned to Mack that he would put eyes on the back door. As Mack eased down the side of the house, he looked inside a window and saw Slade's back . "How did he get inside so quickly", Mack wondered, as he walked up the side of the house. As he passed by the living room window, he peeked in and was face to face with Mandi, who was bleeding heavily from her nose and mouth and her pajama top was ripped and bloody. They made eye contact for a split second and then Slade walked by the window, while yelling at Mandi. When he saw Slade, Mack ducked down. Mack knew, that over the years, Mandi had repeatedly declined Slade's incessant advances, and Mack knew right away what was going on. He called Sheriff People's cell phone and told him he needed to stop whatever he was doing and get to this scene. Ever so slowly, Mack made his way up the front steps and to the door. He tried the door knob, but it was locked. Looking through the front hall window, he could see Slade's profile walking towards the back door. Mack jumped off the porch and took off towards the back of the house, where Deputy Eno was now standing. Slade snuck up to and threw open the back screen door, lowered his shoulder into Deputy Eno, and they both flew off the back porch and into the back yard with all of Slade's weight landing on Eno's mid-section. Slade crawled on top of Deputy Eno, who was dazed, and began pounding his left shoulder with his fist.

      About that time, Mack rounded the back side of the house running at full speed, he turned towards Slade, adjusted his upper body angle, then brutally tackled Slade onto the ground slamming his face into the ground. The two of them tussled around and around in the backyard, unaware that an ambulance and Sheriff Peoples had arrived on the scene.  "Belts and backups!" the sheriff yelled, as Mack and Slade stood up. Mack dropped his duty belt, which carried his service firearm, pepper spray, and a taser. Then he pulled a small .38 caliber from his right ankle holster. Sheriff Peoples had never seen the look that was now on Mack's face and he too quickly added up what had happened at Mandi's house that morning. Mack stood up and let Slade get off his back. He looked over at the sheriff, who simply nodded in the direction of Slade. Apparently it was time for Slade to get what was long overdue. He had been rumblin' for a humblin' for decades and it was Mack aimed to humble him well.

     Slade took a few steps towards Mack and through a wild looping right hook at Mack's face, but it was well off the mark and his forward inertia exposed his right torso to Mack, who dropped to his right knee, while burying a hard right into Slade's torso and ribs. Mack stood up and waited for Slade, who was now favoring and slightly guarding his right side. Slade circled around Mack a few times then lowered his head and stretched out his arms, while rushing at Mack, in a dreadful attempt to tackle Mack, but Mack took a step back and stiffly planted his left knee into Slade's nose, where an immediate stream of blood began pouring. "Well!! Are you just gonna stand there!", Slade yelled at Sheriff Peoples, who softly replied, "yep, I think I am." Slade then approached Mack again and managed to dodge a straight right, which Mack had thrown. Finally, they stood chest to chest, as they tussled for the upper hand. Slade was drunk and running his mouth, while Mack worked his hands under Slade's arms and clasped his hands behind Slade's back. In an instant, Mack through his hips in front of Slade and wedged Slade's body into the air in a textbook hip toss. When Slade landed, it knocked the breath out of Slade. "That's enough!" barked Sheriff Peoples, and just like that, it was over.


      While reading him his Rights, Mack rolled Slade onto his back, cuffed him, then tossed him in the backseat of his patrol car. Although in need of some cleaning up and bandaging, Mandi was ok. She smiled a warm smile, as she gave Mack a big long hug. "Are you ok?" he asked sincerely. "I am now", she said with a sigh. "How about some coffee", Mack invited, and soon they were over at Mae's diner talking, laughing, and catching up. Sheriff Peoples stopped by to check on Mandi, "I told myself I wouldn't retire until Slade was gone, but I'm glad he saved me a few years of  paperwork" the Sheriff said with his hat in his hand. He turned to leave then looked back with one hand on the door, "Mack.., you're gonna make one hell of a Sheriff around here."