Based on a Lie

His attempts to round up any of the other neighbors to incriminate Lindsey Sherwood are futile. Some just moved in. Some didn’t know Lindsey because she just moved in. Others just plain didn’t want a police officer of any kind around. But when the officer got back to Missouri, he would call Doreen and get fired up by her speculations, and she would get fired up by his suspicions. Even though the evidence proved the cause of death was mutual homicide, he still wanted to place Brent in that house. He had his own truth. So he calls Lindsey’s cell phone asking her more of the same questions. “Why did Brent come all the way out to Indiana to see the horse? Couldn’t he tell by pictures? Why didn’t Brent fly home, since he was so badly hurt? Why didn’t the family come get him? Why did he agree to let you take care of him?” “Because he thought it was a special breed and it turned out it was nothing like he was told it would be or the picture said it was. We’ve told you that before. And we were all in shock and not thinking right. He insisted he was going to be all right. We fell in love with each other and he liked how I was taking care of him. And it is not any of your business. I’m going to call our lawyer and the police to report you for harassment.” Two days later he calls again, “Why didn’t he go to the doctor? He could have died? Was he afraid of the law?” “It was a cowboy thing. He was playing tough. Yes it ‘bout killed him. But he’s stubborn. He’s not afraid of anything. He just wanted to go home. I’m warning you, you may be a police officer, but our private life is none of your business. You call me or get in touch with my family again, I swear, I will report you. I’ve already reported your calls to our lawyer—who has contacted the attorney general. Be prepared for your department to be getting a phone call and a letter from him.” The third time, Cheyenne is at the house, and Lindsey being tired of his bothersome calls of the same questions over and over, hands the phone to her sister-in-law. She knows the officer is trying to make her trip up her story. As the officer endeavors to tie Brent into the Debbie Sue story that is all in the news, Cheyenne breaks loose. “My brother got rammed by a bull horn. There are eye witnesses to testify to that. You’ve seen the ranch and that bull.” “How do you know that?” “It’s common knowledge in my family. Him being on that ranch doesn’t put him anywhere near that woman you talk about. Besides, he doesn’t even know her—though we are sure getting to know her on TV, with all her lies about my family. Why would he be at her house? And your implications about our parents—my dad having affairs with women, well, we kids were there with our parents all the time. They took us on the rodeo circuit and everything. He didn’t do anything without mom and us kids…ever! So if you go on fabricating up these false stories, that’s what you have—a story—based on a lie!” Yet, Lindsey knew that Alan Garrison was very capable of doing what he was accused of. She was there when he threatened her. Had she not been in shock from all the previous events; her ex husband taking her son off somewhere, that turned out to be Canada, with no means to have contact with her son; the handsome cowboy who came into her life; and not knowing if he is really cruel, did he kill two people in Indiana, did he leave her with a lunatic man or what; and then finding out her son had been killed by his father, there was a funeral she couldn’t go to; and there she was being shot at by a crazed old man, who thinks she is left there for him to do with whatever he wants—yes Alan Garrison was capable of murder….Wyatt, that was anybody’s guess.