One of the most enjoyable treats in my life comes on Saturday mornings. Once or twice each month, my husband, Steve and me hop eagerly into the truck with my father-in-law, Coy Martin, and begin the hour-and-a-half trip to Jack County. The highlight of the day is a stop at Herd’s, a little burger shop in downtown Jacksboro. After eating a sinfully delicious grease-soaked burger, we move on down the dirt-roads of Jack County towards what is affectionately deemed, “the farm.” Our arrival there brings a few responsibilities and many simple pleasures as we tend to the land and the surrounding wildlife.
My father-in-law served for well over thirty years in law-enforcement in the Fort Worth area, and Steve is still an officer after twenty-six years and counting. As a result, those road trips are often peppered with enthusiastically recounted “war stories” or sometimes just reminiscent thoughts of some of the more famous moments of the past. It is always a pleasure to relive the memories along with my father-in-law as he enthusiastically recounts those stories, always making a point to emphasize the same highlights - the ones which made the biggest impression on him. What a treat and a gift it is to listen to him travel back in time.
I have no children with whom to share my life experiences (and I certainly don’t have a lot of wisdom). However, I do have exciting memories and stories to tell, and a desire to share these stories with loved ones and others so that future generations will have a small glimpse of how things were in years past. As a result, this book showcases some of the more memorable incidents, calls, and predicaments I have experienced during my fifteen year career as a Fort Worth Police Officer.