Flashbacks, part 2

So first we thought we had an Anna Benson sighting, then we thought, huh, she's kind of cute, and then we washed our eyes out with soap. Ban horse-drawn carriages because you saw something tragic, did ya?

Way back in 19-ought-nine-seven, we covered an accident in Freedon, Pennsylvania. The ol' scanner got us there with the "Horse versus motor vehicle" call on the airwaves. So Cocky Young Reporter raced to the scene to cover this oh so breaking news.

So we hopped into our ol' truck, cranked us some Dave Matthews, and headed out to the scene like the Duke boys on a whiskey run (the original cool Duke boys, not them ab-driven glossy photos). When we got there, the horse lay still, somewhat peaceful, with his legs -- and fighting spirit -- broken.

His Amish owner prayed in his buggy. The guy in the mangled 1987 Firebird talked to the cops. No need to give you the details of what happened next. We could play word association, though. State trooper. Gun. Vet. And. So. On.

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