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Without any more delay, let's get to the interview.
I started to stop transients in the rail yards that bisected the county. With plenty of no trespass signs, I had probable cause immediately. I would FI, field interview, and check for warrants. If they had none, they went on their way, have a nice day.If they had warrants I arrested them and booked them into jail. I found an amazing amount of people on the run. It could be some scary shit. Most of them have some serious mental illness. Some are just trying to stay away from society. All of them are armed, and some of them I learned the hard way are truly damn dangerous.Transients hide troll-like under bridges, and in every other place imaginable. Anywhere there is heat or shelter, or near the free government services. They also camp, and there’s a hierarchy, with those who panhandle outside of liquor stores at the top. Some put together fairly serious shelters, with even the occasional gas generator, corrugated metal sheets they scrounged for roofing. Some even take legit jobs at times.I developed a series of locations I would hit and check for transients and their camps. They really liked this old abandoned boxcar at the west end of the rail yards. It was parked near one of the free food kitchens and the door opened away from the constant winds.The railway workers never messed with them, they were too afraid of them. Knowing that the last time they were confronted, the worker got himself stabbed. One day I am looking in on that boxcar and there were several guys in it, six or seven. I checked them all and got to the last guy named Dan Campbell.He is a big guy, about 6-foot-5, maybe 270 pounds. Of which I am neither, he’s got me by at least 6 inches and 100 pounds.He is talking shit to me, but he shows me his ID. I run him and he is clean. But I see that he has all these other IDs under different names and dates of birth. I confront him about it, and ask him why he’s got so many, although I know they use them to get food stamps in different states. They like to trade the stamps for cash for booze, getting about 50 cents on the dollar.Dan says just that, that he goes from state to state and he makes more on food stamps than I make “as Barney Fife here in your shit hole town.”I said, “Not any more, which one are really you?” He growled, “I am all of them, but I go by Dan Campbell here.”“Well Dan Campbell here is your ID,” I said. “I am keeping the rest, since they are illegal IDs.”Pissed off now, he says, “You will give them back or I will kill you right here.”The fight was on. He came at me and I drew my nightstick and hit him in the chest, driving the point of the stick into him as hard I could. It did not even slow him down.I took two “home run” swings at his right knee, a knockout blow baton instructors promised would end any attack because the bad guy’s knee would collapse. Dan’s did not.I threw the nightstick as far as I could so he would not use it against me and started to fight him hand to hand.The guys he was with were cheering, rooting for him, yelling at him to kill me and talking shit to me about how they were going to take my gun and badge after Dan killed me. I called for backup somehow as we were wrestling. But no one knew how to get to where I was.Cars are rolling back and forth, lights and sirens going while we battled, both city and county cars, lots of lights and noise, but no brains. No one can seem to find us.I got one handcuff on his left hand after I pushed him against my car. I kept him against the car kidney punching him trying to get his left arm back behind him.His supporters ran back to the boxcar as a group when the sirens started getting close. I thought they were getting out of there, afraid to get caught. I was wrong.They went back to Dan’s pack and got a .22 caliber handgun he had and loaded it.