I climbed until I reached the lone back window sill. I could barely make out the unmistakable but motionless shape on the floor.
We cleared the dogs away from the front door and moved in, our flashlights cutting through the stale air. As we reached the end of the first wall, my partner froze. Pale as a ghost—he just mouthed it to me: ‘SCREAM. MASK!’
Welcome to the front seat of a gray cruiser in Appalachia. A Gen-X retired KY Trooper sharing the raw, harrowing, and occasionally hilarious stories that stay with you long after the sirens stop. No fancy studio—just real calls, and life lessons from the mountains and beyond.
Feb 4 202610 mins