Hubby ran a hotshot fire crew for about a decade. Back then prisoners from Tehachapi prison could work with the firefighters on fires and get paid some nominal amount. The same guys seemed to sign up all the time so he got to know a few of them. He had a few really bad guys on the crew who he said was always soft spoken and yes sir, no sir types. He said they were great to work with since they were appreciative to just get out of the prison when they could. I don’t think they still have that program though.
About 45 years ago, I was fishing with my brother in law on the Kings river. Our favorite fishing hole was over run with such a group, 25 or so big guys, tattoos everywhere.
As a sheltered 11? year old, I was sure my first sexual experience would be that day, as well as my last day. We stayed and fished. Up to that point in my life, I had never been more terrified as I was that day.
At one point I got stuck in the rapids and a huge guy waded out and gave me a hand.
I’m sure there were more than a few decent men that were watching me that day to make sure no one bothered me.
And if I was in for life, I would definitely do the same thing. I thought he explained himself very well. There was no downside on his part to what he did. He wanted to get back to his old cell and buddies, and just took out the trash to make it happen.
win-win