Month: February 2019
Wyatt Jacobson strode out of the bookstore just before sunset. At six feet six inches tall and 220 pounds he was an imposing figure. His tanned face was jagged with crevices from too much sun, time, and some degree of long standing stress. He donned his narrow brimmed Stetson and stepped of the curb bound for his Ford pick-up. With the sun directly behind them, 3 strangers closed off Wyatt’s path, and made no attempt to allow his passage. With a heavy accent, one of the trio demanded his wallet, wrist watch and rings. He could see the other two had pistols pointed at him. Then from behind him, he heard another voice “Looks like yo got yo’self some trouble mista’ cowboy.” Wyatt began slowly removing his watch, discreetly repositioning himself laterally between the four strangers. Now with direct and peripheral vision he could see all four of his would be assailants. His calm eyes and easy grin agitated one of the trio’s members who now stepped closer aiming directly at Wyatt’s head. “Hurry it up jack.” Those were the last words he would ever utter. In what seemed a fraction of a second Wyatt withdrew his legally carried FN 9 millimeter. The streets of Claremore lit up with flashes and white smoke. The closest threat was downed with two shots at center mass. Shock appeared on Wyatt’s face when he saw the muzzle flash from the second man in the trio. Obviously those shots were intended for him. But the surprise was the man behind him dropped the shooter with three well placed 45’s. The third assailant didn’t like his odds and quickly retreated on foot, still at large. Wyatt walked over to the 4th man and extended his hand in gratitude. “My name is Wyatt Jacobson, thanks for having my back.” “I’m Ezra Washington” came the reply. They both retrieved their carry permits and I.D.’s and laid their guns on the ground in front of them as the black and white screeched to a stop. Fortunately, Ezra knew the law allowed him to come to the defense of another innocent person. Later that night after a visit to the police station, Wyatt and Ezra went to their homes. As he entered his house, Mrs. Washington turned to Ezra and said, “Honey did you hear what happened in town tonight?”
If you positively know the circumstances and know who is the assailant and who is the victim, the law allows you to intervene and defend the victim. If you do not know the facts, take cover, call 9-1-1 and be a good witness for the police. Never forget the best critical incident is the one you are not involved in.