Late one night a guy crashed into my deep ditch in front of the house. He asked for help and I concluded he was an illegal alien by the nervous way he kept acting. He said he was alone but kept yelling for someone hiding in the bushes.
He handed me his driver’s License which had a picture of a woman on it. When he saw I had a handgun in my pocket he took off running. Never saw him again so I called the cops and gave them the driver’s license. Next day the wrecked car was gone.
Probably a coyote.......................